Silver and gold

It's been a bit of week of blasts from the past. Had to go up to Liverpool for work for a couple of days and as it's my old University town thought I'd see if an old college friend, Jackie, was around to meet up. We haven't seen each other for nine years and I'd lost all contact.
Tried the internet for clues as to her whereabouts but the search drew a blank.
So I tried googling another mutual college friend whom I haven't had any contact with since I left Uni 15 years ago and not only did I find her but also her work email address.
A couple of emails and 24-hours later I had Jackie's mobile and the arrangements for meeting up were made.
It was a lovely evening. There was loads to catch up on, obviously, and lots of reminiscing and the whole thing felt just like old times yet surreal at the same time. We met in one of our old student haunts. Miraculously after 15 years of fickle bar trends it still has the same name and, just to make us feel our age, is still a student haunt.
And if that wasn't enough, I emailed my old down stairs neighbour this week (her tenants have been causing me a bit of grief but that's another story) and we've arranged to meet up in a couple of weeks. We always got on well when we were neighbours and socialised a bit. I enjoyed her company, so I'm looking forward to seeing her again.
I feel bad that I waited until I had a gripe to get in touch.
When I was a little kid I had an autograph book which I got my mum to sign and she wrote: 'Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver one is gold'.
She was quite right. Wrists slapped, lesson learnt.