Twenty-eight year old Simon was definitely different to nineteen year old Simon. He was sure that if somehow he gained the ability to travel back in time and tell his past self that in nine years he would be settling down with a nice young boy ready to raise a family, that his past self would have clocked him one and called him insane. But it was true. It was so true and Simon was so ready.
- Part 1 of Time Flies
Tiptoeing down the landing of their small family house, Simon made his way into his little girl’s room, the room elegantly decorated yet still homely, the walls a light blue colour covered by paintings on every side. Paintings of flowers, of wildlife, of Piglet, of Roger Rabbit, of so many childhood book characters Simon could hardly name them all.
- Part 2 of Time Flies