Where does the time go to? Where have all the years gone? My life is flashing past so very quickly. I'm still in denial that I'm having baby number 4, even though she is now almost 5 months old! Where has that time gone? Am I going to wake up tomorrow and realise I am 70 years old? Am I going to live to be 70 years old? Everything is so uncertain, so unpredictable. It's all a bit scary when you start to think about it. I've been changing dirty nappies, cleaning grazed knees, reading bedtime stories and tidying up kids toys for 14 years now. In some respects I can't believe it's been so long. Whereas at other times it seems like an absolute lifetime.
Time is a strange thing. I don't understand it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm living in my own little world and that no one else even exists outside of my imagination - like something from The Matrix. Perhaps this whole life is what I make it to be. Or perhaps its all one big long dream that I shall wake up from one day!
Spring pops and a little escapism - Cold, bright, cheerful spring days with the sqawk of seagulls, bleating from lambs and a multitude of metal wires clanging against masts around the h...
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