What's that again?

The other day I stood under a bus shelter with one of those illuminated signs - perhaps you know the sort of thing:-

4 Bus Station 2 min
19 Town Centre 11:41

But at the bottom was this surreal message:-

District Housing Of Time 11:39

Eh? What pretentious pen-pusher presumes to house time? Does he assign 11.39 to a high-rise Council flat, 9 am to a Georgian-style house of cheap red brick, 4pm to a featureless 1950s block?

But of course time by the clock is a human construct anyway. What IS Time, indeed? What property would be large enough to contain it? A Council planet, maybe.

Or perhaps the phrase means something like "The Council House that Time Forgot." Some of you could share your experiences of that ...

Or, there again, you could consider Social Housing Through the Ages, to include a chapter on almshouses and another on philanthropic foundations and estates: Bournville, Port Sunlight and so on.

But after a few moments I realised that the first three words were the name of the bus stop, "Of" being an abbreviation for "Office", which, incidentally, had decamped some time earlier. Still, one can always fantasise.