I am still recovering from the clocks being put forward yesterday. I hauled myself from my bed shortly before 7am this morning. It felt like it was like the middle of the night! Now I know how people returning from a holiday to Australia feel. My body clock is all over the place!
I am writing this blog at 9:59pm, but really it should be 8.59pm. We’ve had to put the sodding clocks forward, so an hour has been stolen from my life. Why? I don’t know. Something to do with the farmers in the olden days. Either that, or parents getting in a flap and not wanting their kids to end up under the wheels of a bus on their walk to school. All I know, is that when my alarm goes off at about a quarter to seven, tomorrow morning, I’ll be in for a bloody shock, as despite what the clock may say, my body will think it’s some ungodly hour and not want to wake up.
I can never remember – are the clocks supposed to go forwards or back today?
When Greenwich Mean Time became British Summer Time at the weekend, everybody lost an hour. Everybody except me, who lost two.
Saturday night I was very tired, so had a relatively early night of 23:00 (GMT). Knowing the clocks were going forward that night, and assuming my iPhone wouldn’t make the change automatically, I moved the time forward an hour to 00:00 (BST).
Everything was fine until this morning.
I normally get up for work at 07:45. My alarm rang on time as normal. I was exceptionally tired, but put this down to losing an hour and the general Monday morning feeling. I got washed, dressed, made sandwiches for work and had breakfast. I then turned on the radio, only for Chris Moyles to announce it was 06:55!
Then it clicked. On Saturday, when I moved my clock forward an hour from 23:00 to 00:00, I forgot to also change the day. Therefore I was moving backwards 23 hours to Saturday at 00:00, not Sunday at 00:00.
I hope you’re still with me…
Besides the phone displaying the wrong day, this would not normally be a problem. However, in the night (Monday morning), my phone thought it was Sunday and moved the time forward an additional hour (like it should for daylight saving).
Does this make sense?
So there I was, out of bed, all ready for work at a time that I would never normally surface from my slumber. Did I go into work an hour early? Did I make use of the time to do some things around the flat? No – I went back to bed for an hour.
The funny thing is, I often hear the person in the flat above mine getting up at 5.30am. This morning I heard him getting up at 6.30am (well… what I thought was 6.30am). While lying there, I thought “What an idiot – he’s forgot to put his clock forward”
This just goes to show, with people like me making stupid mistakes, this whole daylight saving rubbish should be abolished. The system was only developed so farmers can work on the land in the light and kids don’t get run over on the way to school (probably). Nowadays, we’re not all farmers and all kids get driven to school in a Chelsea Tractor, so it doesn’t matter how dark it is!
So the clocks are going FORWARD this morning in yet another annoyance of life. I’m unclear as to why we still put the clocks backwards and forwards nowadays.
Some people say they put the clocks back to stop school children getting mowed down on the roads coming back from school (but with darker mornings wouldn’t they become Road Kill on the way in to school?).
Other people say it goes back to the days of agriculture where everyone lived on farms, before the days of Tesco Direct, making their own bread, cheese and growing their own pasta trees.
If this daylight saving idea was originally intended for farmers, surely it makes sense that as there are less farmers now to scrap it. I am aware that farms are still in existence, but nowadays the majority of the population work with Windows and not Windmills.
Anyway, that’s enough of that, things won’t change, unless the government want them to, in which case the public won’t be consulted anyway.
I’ll go to bed now, get up late (hence the hour difference) and go around the house putting clocks, mobile phones, microwave ovens and various other gadgets an hour forward. Or I may as well just not bother, come November the time will be accurate again.
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