I’ve only just got over the jetlag of the clock going forward one hour this week. One measly hour can cause chaos for me for several days. I’m groggy and sluggish and not fit to make decisions such as what do I want for tea. Still, I’m beginning to feel normal now, whatever that is. Read on.
Every six months due to one measly hours time change, my life disappears into a black hole and I wonder if I will ever find my way back out. This morning I woke up and checked the time. 6.30 am the clock on my phone says, but does that mean 5.30, 6.30 or 7.30am? Is it January, October, Summer, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday? What country am I in? Did the phone remember to magically reset itself or do I have to do it? Will I ever remember how to adjust the time on the oven?
‘what time is it?’ I ask Orkney Beef
‘it’s six thirty’ he replies
‘so is it really 7.30 then?’
‘go back to sleep’
I dutifully go back to sleep and wake up equally confused and remain so whole day. I had other struggles thrown in. I stepped outside to let the hens into the run and collect…
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