It is a little known fact that time slows down at certain points in the day, and speeds up at others. This is the God’s honest truth, I kid you not… oh no. And the older you get, the quicker time goes too. I look at my kids and think, Heck! How did they get so big and old? I blinked and they were no longer toddlers, but heading straight to teenage years. Many have mused about this before, and many will muse about this in the future I am sure… so, let’s get back to time.
In the morning at work, time is at its slowest. The hands on the clocks all around the world seem to grow heavy and it is difficult for them to move. In fact sometimes the hands don’t move for several minutes: I know, I have watched them do this. Yet, it is strange, but the same time on a Saturday (or any other of your days off) the hands move along fine and quite possibly quicker. In the evening, the hands on the clock move quickly. You can look at the clock after tea (that’s what we call it in the North), then look again just five minutes later and half an hour will have passed.
Scientists from all over the world have studied this phenomenon but have yet to find any true answers. Only theories. Theories such as The Time Road, where time is suggested to be like a road and it slows down occasionally due to the fact that the road is suddenly filled with caravans or old men in caps driving small cars. Then there is the Treacle Effect, where it is suggested that time slows down because someone is making treacle and it smells funny – something like that anyway.
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