This evening something wonderful happened.
Myself, teenage sister-in-law and husband mooched our way down to the local cinema. We pick up some unhealthy food stuffs before going in to see the film, as is tradition, and get in line for our screen. Suddenly a commotion in the corner of the room gets the attention of the crowd. There is a shriek of “OH MY GOD… Ms Findlater!” from across the crowded foyer. The crowd parts and I brace myself for what might be about to happen. Next thing I know, a fully grown man stampedes towards me and launches into a hug, nearly knocking me over in the process. A beaming woman is standing a little way behind him waving enthusiastically at my squashed face peering over the mans shoulder. They are so familiar yet so alien at the same time. I know these faces.