Tempus fugit – time flees, or more commonly time flies – was first used by the Roman poet Virgil in his poem Georgics.
And as we enter the fifth month of 2014, Mr Pendle has to ask – where on earth has the year gone?
For it is a question which Mr Pendle and his colleagues find themselves asking one another more and more as we hurtle towards the mid point of the year.
To explain the thinking behind it, each story written by a reporter here is given a title which ends in six figures denoting the issue in which it will appear.
So we are into our first edition of May – and yet it does not seem five minutes since reporters were sat in the old office in Scotland Road, Nelson, in the last days before its closure in December and remarking we would soon have to put 14 at the end of stories rather than 13.
Four and a half months have passed, and in a similar amount of time, conversation will turn to dating stories with a 15 suffix instead of 14 as at present.
It is all an illusion, of course.
Time travels at the same time constantly.
Today will last just as long as did yesterday, and tomorrow will last as long as today.
It is just that as one gets older, it seems to pass by that much quicker than it did when Mr Pendle was in his youth.