Last week I complained that with all the different days that people celebrate, every day has to do multiple duty, meaning that each week has far more than seven days.
But it’s not just the days that fly by apace.
Last Saturday, we were celebrating the equinox – the official start of spring. And then last night we put the clocks forward, heralding the start of British Summertime.
I can’t help but feel that life is running away with me.
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