Clocks Suck

The clocks went back on Saturday night. Or Sunday morning if you prefer.

Why does this happen? Something to do with farmers or kids. I don't know, I wasn't listening.

The problem starts when you think on a Saturday before going to bed “I'll put the clocks forward now to save time.” How this saves time because it has to be done at some point I don't know, but you do it anyway.

But you forget when you go in the bathroom for an end-of-day dump and 45 minutes of Candy Crush that you have more clocks to alter in the bedroom.

You then wake up on Sunday morning having altered some, but not all of your timepieces.

You also forget that some things reset themselves automatically, your phone being one of them.

Then when you're woken abruptly on the Sunday morning by the smell of freshly-laid dogs' eggs wafting up from the kitchen you find yourself confused as to what time it really is as you bleary-eyedly look at your phone then the alarm clock then your phone again.

Then you can spend weeks alternating between moaning about darker evenings and enjoying lighter mornings before it's just dark all the time anyway.

And it's only five months until we can complain about being robbed of an hour before the clocks change in the opposite direction for no reason whatsoever.