Tempus Fugit

Tonight, Andy and I went to an “Arts Evening” at school.  As I nibbled canapés (black olives, grapes, celery and feta cheese; delicious) in the art room, I pondered on
a) The extraordinary talent of the students in the fields of photography, painting, music and drama and
b) just how quickly the event has come round again.  Can it really be a year since I was eating olives and thinking “Is it really a year since…..”? At the risk of sounding like, or worse, turning into my mother, Tempus Fugit is very much at the front of my mind