What the bloody hell has happened to time. It seems to have a mind of its own all of a sudden. I go out in the garden, pull a few weeds, chat to the neighbours and bugger me if the morning hasn’t gone and morphed into afternoon.
I’ve still got Christmas decorations waiting to be put away when I can find a minute and what do I see in the local supermarket? Christmas decorations, tubs of chocolate mixed up with grinning pumpkins and witchy masks.
I can understand seeing stuff-for-making-things in shops. You need to get organised early if you’re going to make you own cards, cakes and pressies. You will need to start early because when you get home with your bags of makings don’t think you’ll have a nice sit down with a cup of really hot tea. Christmas will have been and gone by the time you get up.
They say this sort of thing happens as you get older. Remember the summer holidays when you were young? They went on for ever. School became so remote you forgot it even existed until you were reminded by your mum the first week in September. Now the shops have the children going back to school the day they finish for the holidays.
I blame commercialism for this speed up in time. Boxing Day sees the displays of Easter eggs; Easter Monday sees beachwear and sun cream; July sees back to school and Halloween. You are shoved from one event to another without time to draw breath. You have the impression of time moving much more quickly than it ever used to.
SueJEaton 