tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671452.post8806255823011045557..comments2022-05-07T10:03:34.166+00:00Comments on Diary: Jo Cliffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18386099866702074638noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671452.post-78150257587678303142010-04-20T13:30:20.839+00:002010-04-20T13:30:20.839+00:00A friend described this year as being a bit like a...A friend described this year as being a bit like an apocalypse. First the snow bringing everything to a halt, and now the volcanic ass...ha ha....I'm not going to delete that! I actually thought the 'ass' was coming down over where I was was driving and got quite excited until I realised it was just ordinary blossom. I had a perfect weekend all to myself and it wasn't quite real. Time just became irrelevant and slowed down. Time is supposed to go quicker when you're older, I think time scale does - like kids growing up and overtaking you in height, and the passing of seasons. But minutes and hours can seem to go much slower especially when you fit a lot in, or just go by what the light outside does. And if you ever get the feeling time is too quick you can sit for three minutes doing nothing, and that feels like a lifetime. I'm glad you had a good rest on the remotest edge of everything. Is your next play called EVERYTHING? Going along with the EVERY theme you'd never be stuck for titles!! love, Jennyxojenny Fardellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16738691000768891298noreply@blogger.com