Few things mark the passing of time more depressingly than the arrival of a new telephone directory at your door. Like birthdays and Christmas, it's an annual event. Unlike those times, there are no parties involved, no meeting up with friends, no food and no drinks.
So all you get is a feeling of "Oh, bugger: Is it that time of year again? I'm sure I got one of these last week".
But last week was actually last year, and... another year gone. And another telephone directory to dispose of.
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I get two phone books per year. That's twice as depressing. Where does the time go?
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