Good morning.
Our clocks finally changed back this weekend – I presume yours have too (apart from those of you in, for example, Arizona and the People’s Republic who have the good sense not to be taken in by this nonsense). I had kind of lost track of when it was due to happen but fortunately the technology in our house tells us when these things happen which is a great relief. I know I go on a bit about the lack of consistent logic when it comes to those who try to justify the artificial manipulation of time but I did have to laugh last weekend. Apparently, Pen’s folks thought the clocks went back last weekend. On Sunday she took them and Molly for a stroll around the reservoir and, at one point, she asked what the time was (Ms Playchute does not wear a watch). Pen’s mum replied that it was five past four; her father said it was five past two. It turns out that Beryl had wound her watch forward an hour while Oz had wound his back. So, in actual fact, it was five past three and guess what – it actually didn’t matter and made no difference to anyone. Amazingly, there were no additional hours of daylight and neither Beryl nor Oz “saved” or “lost” anything. Even more amazing? This morning Molly started asking for her walk at 7.30 instead of 8.30 – doesn’t she realise? Continue reading “31 October 2010”