On this last night of the old year, I thought you'd like a picture of a cake representing 100 years. Lilian was 103, little A was 3 at the time. (Don't tell him I published a picture of him sucking his bottle! )
Dates like 31 December and 1 January seem arbitrary to me - but I guess you need some specific point to mark the end of one phase and the dawn of another. And of course a century is another wholly arbitrary date - but oh my goodness, how things have changed since this London travelogue was shot in 1904, two years before Lilian's birth.
...or have they? Apart from the long shorts, this 1907 England-Scotland football match looks to me as if it could have taken place last week - not over a century ago! (Even I have to admit that the pitch isn't quite up to modern standards, mind you...)
Who won, anyway?
No point in wondering what 2113 will be like, for I will never know. What's more, I don't care - I am not the philosophical type, obviously. But a happy new year, everyone!