I don’t know about you lot, but it would appear that some bugger broke into our house during the early hours of Sunday morning and stole an hour from our precious weekend. The police never warned us about this. And it was particularly painful for me as I had to be in early this morning, meaning getting up at what was effectively 5am today. I’m not sure my brain has recovered since. And it wasn’t just me that was suffering. There was actual snoring on the train on the way in.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again – if they have to take an hour off us every year, why does it have to be out of our Sunday lie ins? Why not out of Mondays? Think how much better it would have been if, half way through this afternoon, it was suddenly an hour later than it had been. It’s not as though anybody gets that much done in the dead hour between two and three anyway – especially after a 5am start. It’s that or bring back the siesta. I tell you, it’s the only way. I’d start a petition but I’m too tired.
Anyway, at least someone seems to have found Spring and put it back more or less where it ought to be, and for that I am grateful.