My days in the office feel like they're going very slowly. It seems as if I'm at work for ages, clock-watching. The other folk in our office are always talking about tiresome television shows they saw the day before, or the weekend's sport, and I find myself fantasizing about telling… more
The older I get, the more a year would seem to fly past. In days gone by I remember summers that lasted forever, and the time between this Christmas and the subsequent one felt infinite. Nowadays a decade will fly past in what feels like minutes. I recall the Hogmanay… more
My days at work seem to go exceptionally slowly. It feels like I'm there for an age, staring at my watch. The other folk in my place of work are constantly speaking about predictable telly programs that they watched the day before, or the weekend's sport, and I find myself… more
Back in the day, I hated getting up early. I preferred to sleep until twelve o'clock, sometimes 2pm, and whenever I was obliged to wake up first thing in the morning to do something I'd be grumpy and uncommunicative. At that time I'd really relish the evening, staying out until… more
During the weekends, I generally get on with the tasks which I didn't have time to do through the week. There's invariably something which I could get on with to set us up for the next week's work, and I have no problems with doing my work in a quiet… more