{"id":1142,"date":"2022-03-18T19:19:03","date_gmt":"2022-03-18T19:19:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1142"},"modified":"2022-03-18T19:19:09","modified_gmt":"2022-03-18T19:19:09","slug":"the-one-time-we-werent-wrong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/the-one-time-we-werent-wrong\/1142\/","title":{"rendered":"The One Time We Weren\u2019t Wrong"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"678\" src=\"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1-1024x678.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1143\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/storage_emulated_0_Pictures_comica_cartoon1647631045178-1.jpg 1630w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It was really great to meet up again and surprising the way we fell into the old patterns of benign teasing. There was the indulgence of reminiscence and a lot of catching up on the water under the bridge. In some cases that seemed to be quite a deluge. Having said that, we were more or less up to date on relationships &#8211; break ups and reassemblies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Four of us, who now sat in a city park, had been especially close and still shared an odd sense of humour. I have to admit some of our conversations tended to straddle the boundary of acceptability, but it was all part of the delight of storytelling about passers-by who were unaware of their part in our dramas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018Do you remember that chap who used to round up stray dogs and turn them into sausages?\u2019&nbsp; Julian made the first bid to recall our game<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018Yep, he was always in the park, and his dog never smiled. You could tell it had seen things no dog should ever have to witness,\u2019 Jessie was catching the mood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018And that alien child who was always hitting smaller children \u2018til they cried. Maybe her people reclaimed her and took her back to their own planet. If I was them I\u2019d have found the nearest black hole and pressed the spacecraft ejector button.\u2019 Yvonne liked to walk on the dark side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Georgia brought us into the present by pointing out a very tall woman engrossed in a phone chat to the point you might worry she would bump into a tree. \u2018If she can walk through a tree, maybe she is not of this world. But what are her super powers besides walking through trees?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A general hum of conjecture occupied the next few seconds before Jessie, lowering her voice, looked at a young man in a puffa Jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018OK, why is that chap wearing a puffa jacket on such a warm Spring day. Looks suspicious to me, although maybe not as bad as the dog-sausage man?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018Easy,\u2019 Julian offered, \u2018he\u2019s on his was to do a bank robbery. Under that coat he\u2019s wearing a fake suicide belt and he\u2019s going to terrify the bank staff and get them to stuff money in his back pack.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018It\u2019s possible,\u2019 Georgia allowed \u2018but I reckon inside his coat are lots of pockets. He\u2019s on a shop lifting trip, and when he\u2019s done one shop he can transfer the goods to his bag and do some more stealing.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was time to get the train. As the friends dawdled through the park, they felt a tremor and could see frightened people rushing from the station in panic. Sirens sounded and traffic was urgently diverted away from the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Really, the only thing to do was to sit on a bench and regroup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018Shoplifter? Hah,\u2019 Julian scoffed. \u2018Thing about this game is that you have to accept that, as in life, sometimes you may be nearly right.\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was really great to meet up again and surprising the way we fell into the old patterns of benign teasing. There was the indulgence of reminiscence and a lot of catching up on the water under the bridge. In some cases that seemed to be quite a deluge. 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