As Dickens never said (though I am thinking of the start of A Tale of Two Cities)... It was a day like any other day, and yet a day unlike any other day. It was another Sunday, and another Sunday Times, although in Stirling this time, not in Perth or Edinburgh or Dundee, and it was a very different Sunday and a very different Sunday Times. It was just another large latte, and yet, it was a different large latte. It was just me again, and yet it was a different me... and I am no Charles Dickens, but I am what I am (unfortunately?).
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - Charles Dickens