Time flies →[More:]This morning I was thinking it's been about 12 years on the nose I've been waking up with the same bod beside me every morning. It's one constant I've been glad of through a lot of changes. And she's still in fairly fine fettle, but it's weird thinking of a future time when that will have changed, too.
So I was already in a bit of a pensive mood when I read today's
Ozy and Millie, which is the end of the line for another decade-long constant.
Hm.