There it is, an actual physical fact that time moves at an acccelerated rate over the weekend, especially on a Sunday. Not so much a stately progress as a pell-mell race down a steep hill whilst chasing large pieces of cheese, as at Cooper's Hill near Gloucester.

I love this, “Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.”  Anthony G. Oettinger
You can't argue against this logic! Now how about some fruit?