Saturday August 1st. Today is precisely 39 years since my parents, myself, and the dog* returned to the house in which, along with my brother, we'd lived for 11 years before moving elsewhere. Four years later we moved back (sans brother), and those 39 years don't seem one whit longer than our previous period of habitation. Sometimes I have difficulty remembering precisely when certain events took place; was it during our first stay or our second? It's hard to recall exactly.
Anyway, just thought I'd mark the occasion. But where the hell did those 39 years go?
*It was a different dog, though of the same breed (German Shepherd). Tara died three years into our stay in that other house, her successor, Zara, joined our family in our last year there. Also, although we moved back in on the 1st, the official tenancy commencement date was Tuesday 4th.
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