Watcher revisited

Dreamed of Rupert Giles today, turning up in a caravan and needing somewhere to stay.
He looked about the same age as he did in the first episode.
I looked him up. That could plausibly be the age I'll be this year. I'm catching up.


Weird, watching and feeling perspective shift as generations change.


Now I'm imagining someone saying I'm the Chosen Mentor, me and my library, so I have to whoosh off to another continent and do all That.

... and then get criticised for my qualities as a father, despite being a very late addition to a 16 year old's life.

... still say he's a Teacher, not father.

Me and my cosy worn in life and my routines and vague feeling I should join a club with more people in it
but mostly staying home and reading (slightly older and more erudite) books...

You know, I thought I understood Giles pretty well back then, but from here?
That's a Lot.


And teenagers are ever so very much younger.


Yikes.



... Giles thoughts kind of day...