We’re all travelling through time together every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.
No one can ever prepare you for what happens when you have a child. When you see the baby in your arms and you know that it’s your job now. No one can prepare you for the love and the fear.
We’re all quite similar in the end. We all get old and tell the same tales too many times. But try and marry someone kind.
I can only go to places where I actually was and can remember. I can’t kill Hitler or shag Helen of Troy, unfortunately.
And in the end, I think I’ve learned the final lesson from my travels in time. And I’ve even gone one step further than my father did. The truth is, I now don’t travel back at all. Not even for the day. I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day to enjoy it as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.