Time Marches On

A brief inkling of time’s march came to me over the weekend.

Looking back, I realised that the twin babies I shared a house with in Oxford (well, with their parents, technically – but that’s outside the scope of this) are now 21.

Twenty-bloody-one.

(And by further use of That There Maths, that also means I must’ve been Twenty-One at the time. Which had kind of passed me by. How time flies)



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