Who knows where the time goes?
Once again any notion that Newton, Einstein and Hawking had it right about the nature of time and space is blown right out of the water with the simple observation that time at weekends travels faster than time during the week. This phenomenon, casually overlooked by generations of so-called physicists, is particularly acute at long weekends, and I am suffering from its effects today.
The Easter weekend was spent largely around the letterboxes of the district, distributing the new St Mary’s Focus, sliding about in the snow and remembering why it is that repeatedly walking up and down sloping driveways isn’t a good thing to do in icy weather.
Aside from falling down at the ends of driveways, I did find time to further my explorations of the woods at the end of my road. I have discovered with delight that they are seemingly endless, and turn from Drinkwater Park into Philips Park at one end, Forest Bank and the Cliff at the other, with the river in between. I have lived round here my whole life, and can honestly say I had little idea this even existed, let alone how large an area of interesting green space we have right on our doorstep. The Irwell Valley must be about the most unsung part of Greater Manchester. What a shame more people don’t know about it.
This week’s meeting schedule is fairly light. There’s Council tomorrow, but that’s about it. Plenty of time for more leafleting then, should the mood take me. If you’d like to come to Council, remember that it is a public meeting and you are more than welcome to attend. It’s at 7pm in the Council Chamber at Bury Town Hall. You can even ask the Leader a question, if you’d like. I will be.
Prior to the meeting there is the photograph of all the Councillors. This has been spectacularly ill-timed from a personal point of view, because overnight a giant spot the size of a Heinz Baked Bean has emerged on my forehead.
Once again I can hear the sound of distant chuckling coming from above.
I forget of course that it’s already Tuesday. I noticed the bins out on the streets this morning, and wondered why on earth everyone on my street had made the same error and put their bins out a day early. Although I forgot to do mine, at least I take comfort in the fact that next weekend is 24 hours closer than I had previously thought.
Rick
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