Two days to go...

It's the day before Christmas Eve and you're six years old... the two days leading up to Christmas Day seem to take forever. On the other hand, I can guarantee that the next 23rd December spent in England will see me wielding a half-done shopping list and wondering why the last two days before Christmas go by so quickly.
It's the same with exams. The 48 hours leading up to a horrendous test of useless knowledge seem to disappear in an instant, yet the same amount of time drags on to stupid proportions if you're waiting for the results to come out.

Now that there's less than two days until we're up in London, all packed and ready for take-off, the time seems to be doing both at once. Normally, when you want something to happen it usually takes ages, and when you're dreading something, it comes around far too soon. So maybe I've got it sussed - the time doesn't know whether to go quickly because I'm not ready to go yet, or to go slowly because I'm excited about seeing the monkeys, so it's trying to do both. I wonder what Doctor Who would make of it? Although I guess with the added complication of a tardis, he probably doesn't bother to think about it too much.

Infact, I probably shouldn't be pondering it either as I'm meant to be looking for a mosquito net...