Time travel

Mulled wine at a 30th birthday party last night.
Getting (now old) friends back together has to be one of the best things about celebrating a decade. 30 is old! But walking into a curry house it felt like someone had pressed rewind, and there we were as students when we all first met.
Things have changed a lot with the addition of jobs, cars, houses, husbands, wives and babies.
We can’t drink as much, and the conversation can turn alarmingly to DIY and house prices rather than student misdemeanours.
But I would rather be here than there. And the old jokes live on, absolutely relevant after more than 10 years.