Telling the story of the ups and downs, the adventurous and mundane days of one British family's self-imposed exile in the Capital Region of New York State.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Day 3.235: My life in eights
Eight years younger than my oldest child is now.
Eight more years of childhood.
Eight years as a single young adult.
Eight years married without children.
Eight years as a Dad.
OK that first division is weak and one of the eights is actually a seven, but as a wise man said to me once, "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story."
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At Halloween, my numbers will be 14, 4*, 12, 10, 12 (* I get to pick a later age for adulthood). Bet you can guess why the ends don't match like yours do ... and it's not because I didn't round up!
ReplyDeleteNo idea - as usual it all went well over my head, but I have adopted an air of indifference.
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