UK: ‘An extra hour of gloom? Not on my watch’
26th November 2010
Anyway, for no reason I can recollect, I didn’t change my watch on the captain’s say-so on the way back into Gatwick, so I am still living sporadically on British Summer Time. Obviously, I sit in front of a computer for much of the day, so every passing second goes by digitally in the right-hand corner of my screen. (Annoyingly, that’s my good eye as well.) But I don’t clockwatch if I’m working in the garden or walking the dog through the woods and fields. And there’s nothing to tell me that my watch is wrong when I do look at it because the time it tells is matched by the quantity of daylight. Ten past five by my watch: ooh, better get a move on, dog, or it’ll be pitch-black-dark in the bluebell wood by Cowhouse Farm. And by the time we’ve got in and hauled wellies off and switched off the kitchen lights, the black windows make an appropriate end-of-the-day darkening. Six o’clock or thereabouts, hmm, time to think about what to cook for dinner.
Preach it, sister. I don’t care which one they pick, they just need to PICK ONE AND KEEP IT.
November 27th, 2010 at 09:21
Daylight Savings Time is a government intrusion into my life, but it only affects me twice a year. It’s not going to make my list of top 138 things to worry about.