For Enid

When I left school, I only kept in touch with two friends, and vowed never to go back, but, through a series of chance meetings, there is now a gang of us past pupils who meet up quite frequently, known as The Bitch Pack

Today, I learnt that we have lost one of the pack.

I have two overriding memories of Enid at school, the first when we were perhaps 13 years old.
The Latin teacher was off sick and we were left with the task of writing and illustrating a cartoon strip - In Latin! I recall struggling to write something about an agricola (farmer) Enid, however wrote a clever and very funny script about an aranea (spider). It was read out in class during the next Latin lesson and I was at once awestruck and envious.

In the sixth form, I walked into the classroom one lunchtime to see Enid sitting on a desk eating something with a pin.
"What is that?" I asked.
"A pomegranate, of course!" She replied indignantly. For a girl who'd probably only eaten apples, oranges and bananas, I had been put firmly in my place.

Extremely bright, learning and exams came easy to Enid. She was a free spirit, straight talking and not frightened of confronting staff, consequently she invariably got away with ignoring the rules and regulations of school.

When I met her a good number of years later, she had not changed one bit. Refreshingly, still straight talking, she was aware that she might at times offend people, but she was a wonderful friend, dependable and solid.

Sadly, she became ill about a year ago and despite her feisty personality it became apparent she had taken on a battle that she would not be able to win.

My heart goes out to her husband and family, she has been taken from us all far too soon.

Totally out of character, I went to the big supermarket today, just to buy this pomegranate, which I am now going to eat, win a pin!!
Here's hoping there are pomegranates up there, Enid.