From Richard Turner, Beverley, East Riding of Yorkshire, UK
My personal experience of time certainly differs radically from what I see the clock recording. The older I get, the more rapidly Saturdays seem to come round, and doing anything practical makes time fly past before I finish it. My memory for some things that happened long ago is as sharp as a pin, whereas great swathes of my professional career have disappeared like snow in summer. I cannot speed up my thinking processes. I just hand the question to my brain and hope it comes up with the answer eventually – sometimes minutes, hours or even days later. Clocks are just interesting artefacts that live in a world of their own. Ageing goes in stops and starts, rather than continuously.
