Almost every day/week/month/year now seems to pass more quickly than the last – a phenomenon certainly associated with age, except that quite young people are now complaining about it. I guess this may have something to do with the fact that leisure seems to have vanished almost completely from life – we are all at it from dawn to dusk with never a pause for thought. On the other hand, I read recently that the reason why one can very rarely successfully swot a fly is because they live life in slow motion; they see the newspaper or fly-swotter or hand approaching so slowly that it’s easy to be up and away before the fatal impact. The report seemed to suggest that scientists somewhere or other are hoping to discover the fly’s secret, and see if it can be applied to humans. Now there’s a charity to which I would happily donate a dollar.