I said in one of my last blog posts (this one) that despite what you heard, times does, indeed, NOT fly.
Ah, I can almost hear the shocked gasp in front of the computer screen!
How dare I, right now, at one of the peak points of “Where is the year gone” posts, sit here and state the opposite?
The other peak points are shortly after Christmas and on March 1st, just in case you hadn´t noticed before.
It seems to be a rite of passage in becoming an adult to sigh and mourn your lost youth, when summers seemed to last forever and a fortnight felt like an eternity.
Time flies, we will tell each other, nodding our heads. Time flies.
Well, it doesn’t. It is just your mind playing tricks on you.