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Time traveller

It can't be a particularly original thought, but I reckon everyone comes equipped with a pair of time machines. For each of us there's an activity that makes time pass at breakneck speed, and another that drags it on painfully slowly.

Today I remembered: for me, the latter is gardening.

I'm sure one day I'll be pleased to have put some effort into the garden, but this afternoon I couldn't see that far ahead. What felt like a whole afternoon of work was disappointingly only fifty minutes.

To make up, this evening's revolved around a mug of tea, music and the Mac. And although I feel like I've only just sat down, it's midnight already.