When you consider it, time is a simultaneously simple but strange thing. It’s something that we all share, particularly in those occasional but powerful fragments which can unite a national or international population. Yet mainly, time is something that matters most to the individual. We spend our own time, when free from any daily routines, in widely differing ways of our own choosing. Some never catch a moment to stop so occupied do they make their time; others see where the time takes them. Some spend their time wishing for another time to arrive…and all the while the clock ticks by. After all, time waits for no man. Just one of so many idioms on the subject – time flies when you’re having fun, time is of the essence, a stitch in time saves nine (nine of what exactly? Can’t say I’ve ever really grasped that one) – which shows that without doubt, time weighs heavy not just on our hands, but our minds.