Ten years ago, I:
1. had just graduated with a 2:1 BA in Creative Arts;
2. enjoyed a long hot summer in La Rochelle, living the french life and learning the language; and
3. was living with my Mum and Dad in a university house in Southampton.

Five years ago, I: 1. had been to university for a second time and spent three years temping in and around Oxford;
2. had been applied for 347 jobs and attended 48 interfiews; before
3. securing my first full time job, just before the last century ended.

One year ago, I:
1. was still working in my first full time job (or be it in an unrecognisable role);
2. was now living with my cat, Pepper; and
3. still had had only one girlfriend.

So far this year, I:
1. had two fantastic holidays;
2. have probably spent more money than I had ought; and
3. have made some really great friends.

Yesterday, I:
1. played flute at wind band (just as I have every Thursday night for the last four years);
2. realised there was an extra week in November I had previously mislaid; and
3. stayed up writing my novel on the laptop in bed – yes decadence.

Today, I:
1. worked at each of my three desks;
2. noticed the beauty of autumn winds blowing in the wind in the evening light; and
3. am glad it’s Friday.

Tomorrow, I will:
1. try and not spend too much money;
2. have passed the 46,000 word mark; and
3. enjoying another Saturday.

In one year, I will:
1. be a year older;
2. working on my third novel; and
3. be wanting to live in a more tolerant society.

In five years, I will:
1. be five years older;
2. living in a more tolerant society (I am forever an optimist); and
3. have done many more memes and have a considerable archive of lj posts.