Today seems to be one of those days.

Normally life here is quiet and peaceful.  Herself sleeps off last night's hangover, the dog attacks the odd stranger in the lane and I sit in my chair supping my tea and smoking my pipe.

Today however is determined to destroy my peaceful routine.

First of all the clocks changed last night.  That's fine for some things like the laptop and my mobile phone as they adjust themselves which is sort of clever.  Other things have to be done by hand such as the kitchen clock and the short-case in the living room.  I always forget at least one item that has to be reset, and usually it's the car clock [come to think of it, I don’t think I changed it last October so that’s one off the list].

I had to change the time on my new watch too.  That meant reading through about eight pages of the manual but I think I got it right in the end.  It only took me half an hour.

Incidentally, according to Amazon, my watch's journey is around 80% over so it should arrive soon.  I wonder what will happen when it arrives and discovers that it has been here all the time?

On top of that it's Easter.  Last night I went around the place hiding a few eggs for myself.  Do you think I can find any of them today?  Not a chance.  Haven't a clue.  I suppose I'll discover them over the course of the Summer.  Does anyone know how long they last at room temperature?

And then to cap it all, it's the 1916 thingy.  Now that might sound like cause for celebration for some but when they rabbit on about it incessantly it gets a bit tedious.  They have turned the country into one gigantic 1916 theme park and we are all expected to "participate" [which basically means stand and watch].  I'm tired already of seeing President Bilbo Baggins strut his stuff between lines of soldiers and if anyone reads the Proclamation at me once more I'll fucking scream.

I'm not denigrating the centenary thing – 1916 was indeed a major turning point in history – but they have gone just a tad over the top.  Ironically they are celebrating the wrong day too.  The rising actually happened on Easter Monday which in 1916 was on April the 24th.  Or maybe they are going to rerun the entire thing next month as well?  It wouldn't surprise me.

What saddens me is that a bunch of lads went out and died in the cause of Irish Independence.  They laid down their lives to cast off the yoke of British rule and less than a hundred years later the cunts in power hand our independence back over to the EU.  Somehow the irony seems to escape them.  We celebrate our independence under the rule of a foreign unelected power?

Leastwise there will be no radio, television or newspapers for me today.  I have had enough.  I'm certainly not going to travel up to Dublin to see the "festivities", not with Guinness at around €9 or €10 a pint [the publicans are really making hay while they can, fair play to ’em].

I shall spend the day quietly searching for those damned eggs. 

Or maybe I'll just go to bed.

It's nighttime already according to my watch.