I’ve often heard people say that time speeds up as you get older. My feeling on it is that it only speeds up when we hit routines. If we do the same thing over and over again then our memory forgets the individual days and the small variations, and even though the present experience of them rolls along much as it always must, we look back on those periods and wonder where the time went.
November is almost over and I am about to go to Jersey. It felt like we had forever at the end of October and suddenly it is here upon us. The downtime in the month was eaten up by small things. Sure, I went to see Diversity and down to Brighton and had the gala auction and so on. But in between times I was cold and I read my books and messed about on my Steam Deck and had endless baths and long lie ins to try and outfox the cold. And it all went so quickly. I’ve got one full day left before I go up to Oxford. My car is full of clothes and a chicken trolley that needs to be returned. I have to empty it and then load in the things I’ll want in Jersey.
I’ve started to pack my bags. Things I might forget include my accordion, a load of old metal planes that used to belong to my uncle and are going to go to a Jersey cousin’s plane obsessed son, toothbrush. But I’ve started packing earlier than usual to try and catch things like that. Socks pants etc all done. Various bits of tech. If I’m gonna be in a hotel room I’m gonna wire it for sound so I can ask Siri to play music when I get home after the show.
The guys that cast my face for dead Scrooge have arbitrated my facial hair for me. They’ve painted it with a few days of stubble so I won’t be beardy Scrooge this year. So be it. He was only beardy cos I have grey in it so it makes me look older. I don’t need to look older now cos time has done its magic trick and I actually AM older. It’s comforting that Frank has also experienced a swift November as he is only 24 so it’s not just my advancing years. It’s the dark and the cold. At least I’m about to be very very busy. Although I think I’ve just got a cold again. Dammit. It better not be like the one I had at Halloween.
AlBarclay 