The perception of the passing of time seems to depend a great deal on one's age. When I was about 11 or 12, the summer holidays of 6 weeks lasted for ages, but nowadays 6 weeks just goes 'zip!'
When you're 10, for instance, then a year is a tenth of your life as you know it, but when you're 60, a year is only a sixtieth of your life. Does that explain anything?
It does seem, wiltsman, as if we of more mature years are subconsciously counting down the years to our own doomsday. We are not so much looking to the past as looking to the future.
Yes, I've been saying this for ages now. You wake up on Monday morning, blink a few times and suddenly it's Friday night. It's quite scary as you get older!
Also, keep in mind that time flies like an arrow and that fruit flies like a banana. As bookbinder said, when were kids the summer holidays seemed endless.
The days are whizzing by, Baz and you'd think time would be dragging being where we are these days.
We have a takeaway on Sundays. Partly because it's delicious and partly so we know what day of the week it is at least once without having to ask Alexa.
I was starting to think Dave was ordering the takeaway twice a week just to confuse me even more..... :-(
The weeks do whizz by, and as for this year! Its been the strangest and most challenging of all years, but where has it gone? Its nearly over and last time I looked it was probably June!