New Beginnings. I've just made a fairly lengthy trip to Aberdeen Uni and back, to see my son's final year artwork, what with him having picked up a nifty wee 2:1. He's a fine fella and I'm extremely proud of both him and his achievement. On the return leg, I was tuned in to a 70s station and all the memories came flooding back. Friday night is 70s night (for me, anyway) and I'm in a nostalgic mood. Thrilled and excited for ma' boy and his future. Sad for him, because he's finished a fun 4 years and the big bad world awaits. As for me, seeing all those bright young things at the art show, made me just feel a little older and I do believe I'm just a touch in mourning for my lost youth...again! To cheer myself up, I'm sharing a bit of smooth soul with ma' Jamsters. So, I'm 17 again...at the dancin'...Mr Scaggs comes on...that girl in the corner looks cute...time for a wee boogie...
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