The time of year has come round again when the clocks go back. I’ve had 46 years of this so I know the drill. We gain an extra hour, but the rest of my life disappears down a vortex to pay for it. I wake up not knowing if it’s 8am, 7am, Sunday, July or Christmas. For the sake of one hour, my body clock is thrown totally off-kilter for days not to mention spending the whole of Sunday in a state of confusion. I wake up never remembering if the phone has reset itself, or if I can manage six months worth of cooking without having to bother changing the oven timer. I then spend the whole day looking at the time and thinking this time yesterday it was ….
The clock on the car won’t be reset for months, one of us will eventually do the sitting room clock, the dog won’t understand why she’s not being fed until 6pm when her stomach told her it was 6pm at 5pm but now it’s 7pm but we are all major confused; and I will absolutely guaranteed comment on how dark it is so early.
To top it off I will be so tired, that I’ll turn up to work on Monday (Halloween) and colleagues will think I’ve come as the grim reaper or something….. but that’s just my face.
Good luck guys!