Not convinced about bumcrepes, I'm afraid. A bit unseemly. 
Well, I survived the reunion. It was brilliant. It was a bit peculiar going back to a school which I never actually attended (when I was there the girls and boys were on different sites, 100 miles apart, but they amalgamated the year I left, and closed down the girls' school) but to be honest, we spent most of the time reminiscing and passing round hilarious photos (blimey, the clothes). I was particularly chuffed to see my name engraved on the prize boards which they had kept (I won the top academic prize the year I left, back when I was brainy).
We had a little tour, marvelled at the luxury of today's boarding houses and the fabulousness of the art department, watched the whole school march into lunch to the sound of the band (which they still do daily), "endured" a short church service, lunch, cakes, chat, sunshine .... brilliant.
The general consensus was that I have changed a lot (and I would probably agree). There were about ten of us girls in all, including one of my BFs who I haven't seen for seven years since she moved to Australia. Another came over from Switzerland. Really amazing to see how people have changed yet are somehow still the same.... I needn't have worried about what I wore, though; there were plenty of mum boots and puffy gilets in evidence. 