This time last year I’d just gotten back from an Island where I’d been househunting.
I’d narrowed it down to a choice between a little cottage with no parking or a flat with no garden. I had decided on the house right up until the end of the day when I realised the ‘lock-up-and-leave-ability’ of the flat made it more suitable.
Tomorrow last year, which was a Monday, all this started. Not really sure how I feel about that. Almost everything has changed since that time; job, relationship, everything.
This week a lot of things change again, with some of my favourite people moving overseas permanently or being redeployed. It’s weird.
Maybe the second October is my time for that?
There are a couple of people who appreciate the strange enormity of the date, or that I “do” anniversaries. I was given a magnum of Berry Bros champagne earlier in the year. I think it gets opened tomorrow with whoever rocks up for supper…