Well, having dreamt up that clever-clogs strapline, with the idea of writing something even cleverer about the great biannual clock-shifting fiasco, I find I don’t really have much to add to my rant of three years ago. So just a point or three:I’ve realised that the microwave’s clock doesn’t actually have anything to do with anything, including the microwave. One down. There are quite a few other clocks around here which don’t seem to serve any purpose either, so are not going to get reset. In fact, I’ve only done two – the central heating, and my old-fashioned watch.
Mostly, my life is not governed by clock time. Sometimes, it is by other people’s, but that’s to be expected and is manageable. I do need a source of other people’s time, but the watch does that. So why do I get slightly anxious if I haven’t arranged my lunch by one o’clock?
Adjusting body clocks (which I’ve just said I don’t need to do) is more difficult – I forced myself not to be hungry for an extra hour – but manageable. Except for gintime.
Finally, what about that canard about ‘an extra hour’s sleep?’ Bollocks. If it happened on a Wednesday, fair do’s. But on Sunday morning, everyone just sleeps till they’re ready to get up, don’t they?