Seriously, where is it?
When I looked a minute ago I swear it was Tuesday, and now here we are and it’s Friday and I’ve done none of the things on my ever increasing list.
How does time do that? The harder you work the faster it ticks by. Sit on a train platform waiting on the 8.43 to Euston and it’s interminable, the wind spins the rain into a mini hurricane and all attempts at ‘grooming’ are laughingly destroyed, but try juggling the average tasks of a busy household, 3 kids, home office and miscellaneous other and suddenly 7 days disappear faster than a bag of haribo tangfastics.
There’s probably a very clever theory to explain this but, frankly, I’ve not got time to look into it. It’s 08.18 and I’ve got to do the school run. Any quantum physicists out there who can help me? Stephen Hawkings? Anyone?