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| The second Annual I bought in my new house - around five months after moving in |
Forty years ago to this very day, Thursday was Wednesday. No need to check, just trust me - I know whereof I speak. "How so?" you may enquire, despite feeling cheated on discovering that this post isn't quite so intriguing as the title may've suggested (as so few things are once they've been explained). Because forty years ago, on Wednesday, 14th June 1972, my family first moved to the house in which I currently reside. The official tenancy commencement date was actually Monday, 12th June, but I presume we couldn't book the removal van for that precise date, hence the two-day delay.
However, although having moved in forty years ago, I've only actually lived here for thirty-six years. "How so?" you may again ask - if you're still reading. Well, after living here for eleven years, we relocated to another house and area for just over four years. Then we moved back to this house again. Why? The other house was altogether far too big for us and too far away (on the outer reaches of Tatooine as one of my pals described it) for friends and family to be bothered to visit unless there was a temporary warp between dimensions - and that happened all-too infrequently.
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| The very first Annual I bought in my new house - around two or three months after moving in |
Forty years. Sure doesn't seem like it. I'll have been back in this house for twenty-five years on August 1st - more than double the amount of time I lived here the first time. Again, sure doesn't feel like it. As I've often said before, sometimes it seems that I went to bed one night as a teenager and woke up the next morning as a middle-aged adult. Where did my life go? One blink and I missed it.


