Eleven Years Old

She and Me met when we were 11 years old.

Her Dad drove/sailed/piloted/flew Jaguars for the RAF.

My Dad was ex-RM, then Police.

100 years later, we are still best friends. SO – I can absolutely, without shame, BLAME HER for introducing me to MacWood Fleet.

Pointing Finger. She did it! Her fault.

Never has a song been more appropriate.

Never were a group of talented people so perfect together. Or SO Tortured!

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