I'm hardly bringing anything new to the table with the hackneyed observation that time does indeed appear to speed up with advancing years. With more than half-a-century of my days now little more than a rapidly diminishing dot in the metaphorical rear view mirror, I'm nevertheless still continuously stunned at how fast time is rocketing by.
Notwithstanding that, I've got a nagging feeling that someone's been quietly nicking some of my time while I haven't been looking. Just a bit here, a bit there. Nothing that you'd notice at any given moment, but all of which, I reckon, has added up to about two months.
It was in January last year that I was interviewed for my current AL post. A couple of weeks later I was attending the inaugral tutor's meeting for the then new U101 course. Comes October and that's it - first year done and dusted. And on Satuday 22nd Jan I shall be attending the second tutor's course induction day. I can intellectualise and rationalise it all day long, but nothing is really going to convice me that somewhere along the line, chronologically at least, I've been pick-pocketed.
I just don't know when.
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Clive, you are wonderful!
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Forgive me, Clodagh, in my familiarity with this here blog, I overlooked your kind comment until today - dreadful of me, I know. Thank you for your interest, it's much appreciated.