It is the daughter's birthday today.
It doesn't seem that long since a screaming little eleven pound bundle of poo and puke arrived to change my life forever, but then I started doing the maths.
Fuck me but she's nearly a middle aged woman now! What really startled me though is that as I said – it doesn't seem that long ago, yet she has been around for over half my lifespan.
When you think back to the days of childhood they seem impossibly long. After all you had to toddle around for four or five years, learning to walk and talk and all the other little necessities of life, and then there was school. School of course lasted for decades. A never ending stream of undone homework, grinding to school on the bike, learning crappy essays by heart, tortuous lessons on subjects that were of little or no use, and of course exam after exam. I reckon I spent about fifty of my teen years in school.
Then there was the freedom of college and later, the first job [which lasted ten days] and the subsequent jobs after that. There was the wimmin, the booze and the craic. Life just went on forever.
And then our K8 came along.
Somehow life pre-K8 seems to have been a hell of a lot longer than life post-K8, but in fact it isn't. She is now seven years older that I was when she was born!
I was always taught that time was a constant, or at least relative, but relative to the speed of light, so seeing as I rarely approach the speed of light I can safely say that it is a constant. An hour is an hour and a day is a day and always has been. But that is definitely not true. Without a shadow of a doubt, time speeds up as you grow older, which explains perfectly why our K8 was only born a few years ago.
I reckon that the year now is roughly only a quarter as long as it was half a century ago. School holidays used to last for months and months, but now the leaves are no sooner on the trees than they're falling off again. Herself asked me the other day how long it was since I left RTE and I said 17 years. And then thought to myself 17 years? It can't be. But it is. It seems like only three or four years ago, which would be right if time is passing four times quicker?
So here I am sitting on an express train, going ever faster into the unknown.
I suppose I'll be a Great Grandad in a month or two?