“It’s twenty-eighteen,” Shana said one evening earlier this week.
Quick as a flash I glanced at the clock and put her right. “No, it’s only just after quarter past seven. That would be nineteen-eighteen.” Shana has always been notoriously vague about the twenty-four hour clock. Twenty-eighteen would of course have been 8.20 pm. It’s easy to an horological genius like me 🙂
But Shana persisted. “No, it really is twenty-eighteen. Or the year two thousand and eighteen, if you prefer.”
So, unknown to me, Shana had been referring all along not to the time but to the year.
Thus, despite it still being January, I have already become the year’s earliest ‘April Fool’, as we sometimes like to call one another. All I can say is, the year can only get better from here on 🙂