Seems like everyone is getting back to something at the moment; I’m back to work, Alex and Leah are back to the UK, kids are back to school, British weather is back to normal, TV is back to being good (with all our favourite shows starting up again) and Jack, Holly, Liv, Nat, etc are all back to the bar… sorry, I mean Uni. The weird thing is though, that nothing seems to have changed. I mean things have changed, I’ll grant you. Sparky has given up smoking (though he’s now on 40 Nicotine gums a day!), Sam’s taken up driving and road rage, any one who’s been in a car with him has taken up Valium, Holly’s taken up Emo-ism (in looks only – thankfully), Nick and Becs have taken up parenthood and given up socializing for the next 18 years, Ben’s taken up marketing (be prepared for him to start using words like ’synergy’ and ‘outside the box’) and yet things don’t really feel any different. At Sam’s 25th last week, we were commenting on how it only feels like recently that he was chanting “quarter of a century” at me and yet now here he is. I mean Alex is 30 is a couple of months, a fact that scares the bejesus out of him and confuses the hell out of anyone who still thinks that mental age and physical age are linked.  

So why is it that time seems to be moving so quickly? 5 years, 10 years, they sound like an eternity and yet they can pass in the blink of an eye, yet when we were younger, a 6 week school hoiday seemed to last for ever. Is it that as we get older the markers by which we judge the passing of time become further apart? Is it that our days get filled up with more and more important duties and events, so we notice the passing of time less? Is it that the overall quality of life is improving to such a point that we are all having so much fun that time flies by without us even battering an eyelid? Or is that the gradual integration of technology into every asset of our existence means that the transition through our day-to-day life is so effortless that we don’t notice anymore?

I’d love to be able to give an answer, or some sort of profound thought, but I’m not sure that I know. Einstein once said that ‘all time is relative. You ask a man to sit with a beautiful woman for an hour and it will feel like a minute, ask him to sit on a hot stove for a minute and it will feel like an hour’. This would imply that since we all consider life to be passing very quickly then we are all, despite the bum days and the little niggles, generally enjoying life. I hope that this is the case and, if I’m honest, I think that it is probably true. The only thing that remains is to ask, what happens if you ask a man to sit on a hot stove for a minute with a beautiful woman?

Stay groovy all!

DG.xx