Who came up with this idea about daylight saving hours or whachamacallit. Haruuumph
I had been warned by friends that I should take my time back by an hour when the clock strikes 11.59pm, 30th October. Did I listen? Noooo.
I was actually awake 00.01am 31st of October. But I started wondering... ‘do they mean midnight of 30th or midnight of 31st?’
‘Surely the last day of the month is a more seemingly time to change the time – end of a month, beginning of the new?’ blah blah. Well, this sort of mono-discourse beats counting sheep, I dozed off.
Woke up in a tizzy in the morning. It was 9.40am. Mass was at 10am. Didn’t wanna be late. Off my bed I flew. Showered, thankfully I had decided on what to wear the night before, pulled on my dress, a coat, tights. No time for makeup…..just run. Oh dear, no earrings too. It don’t matter. God loves you just like that.
After 15mins at a fast trot, I approached the church gate.
Strange, no cars outside.
Inner church doors were still locked.
Noone else was around.
While I was wondering if I had mixed up my days of the week, or maybe missed an announcement about a change of mass time,
I saw a notice on the board. It read:
ARE YOU LOOKING AROUND AND WONDERING WHY YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE HERE?
DID YOU REMEMBER TO MOVE YOUR CLOCK BACK AT MIDNIGHT? I GUESS NOT.
WELL, NOT TO WORRY, GO AND TAKE A CUP OF TEA WHILE YOU WAIT FOR THE REST OF THE CONGREGATION.
You gotta admire British humor. Sure beats a notice screaming: OCTOBER FOOL!!!!