All Our Yesterdays

As I'm going through my things my past keeps coming back to me. Fortunately I seem to have kept only the good memories packed away in biscuit tins under the bed. I've been friends with S since we were 5 and 6 years old. When we went away to College we wrote to each other. A lot. I've kept some of those letters and their contents. Years later we were vociferous emailers. Lately we're in touch almost daily via Facebook. We still discuss the same things; music, football(ers), people we know that neither will ever meet and so on. But those electronic conversations will never feel the same as the anticipation of waiting for a small parcel of ''Life According to Us' coming via the Royal Mail. Welcome to a snapshot of 1982/83.