They are messing around with my head again.
I thought this was just a fucking Earth Hour weekend that I could safely ignore, but now they have changed the clocks again.
Now I have to do my biannual traipse around the place changing all the clocks again. I don’t mind the normal clocks such as my watch or the clock on the kitchen wall. What pisses me off are all the hidden clocks inside the central heating or the microwave. And the car. I always forget to do the clock in the car.
I hear that that shower over the water in England want to put a stop to all this messing, which is fair enough, but they want to tie in with Central Europe, which is a further shift of an hour. Fucking hell! It’s bad enough having to cope with a one hour shift, but two hours? Forget it. Of course we could let them go their way while we stick to our own time which would lead to some lovely confusion on the border with Norn Iron. Heh!
The worst thing about this time shift shite is Herself. For the next God knows how many weeks I am going to have to put up with the same query time after time – ‘but what time is it really?’ Eventually she will forget to ask, and will settle into the new routine, just in time for the clocks to go back again.
I think I’ll set my watch to midnight now.
Time for bed.