I don’t know why this clock-change lark has me so bothered.
After all, I don’t pay much attention to time as I rarely have to be anywhere at a specific hour o’clock.
I tend to live by my own internal clock. I get up in the morning/afternoon when I have finished sleeping. I eat when I’m hungry, I do my own things whenever, regardless of what time of day it is and I go to bed when I am tired. Time only creeps into my schedule when it comes to meeting someone pedantic enough to make an appointment, or when I want to watch a particular programme on television.
So why does the clock changing affect me so much? I don’t honestly know as it shouldn’t make the blindest bit of difference. It just means that the evenings get darker that much earlier [which I hate] and the mornings a bit brighter [which doesn’t bother me as I’m asleep]. It shouldn’t make any difference but it does. It upsets me to think that it’s later [or earlier?] than I think it is. And I’m cheesed off with Herself asking me “what time would it be normally” over the next few days until the dust settles.
Of course one of the things that pisses me off is having to go around adjusting things. A lot of my stuff is connected to the Interweb or to satellites or to something else technical out there, so those things adjust themselves automatically. I still have to change clocks and my watch and the central heating though. The oven, the microwave and the car can fuck off though and stay at whatever time they are currently at. But it’s still pain in the arse time.
Partly why it pisses me so much is that it’s an arbitrary thing which is dictated by some fucking bureaucrat somewhere. I would imagine most people would be much happier to leave the clock alone?
If I had any say in the matter, I’d bang us all back onto Dublin Time.
Those fucking Brits have a lot to answer for.