Ah, all is right with the world. Well, at least my little corner of it.
Today, I woke to the glorious feeling of the end of Daylight Saving.
Mother Time is back in charge. But she’s angry at being 2IC for more than half the year. A mother with her toddler, who’s thrown a massive tantrum in the supermarket, Mother Time a force that drags the caboose of DLS behind her. She is demanding to know the idiot who authorised the extension of DLS by six weeks each year.
Personally, I muttered good riddance when turning back the clocks. I imagine I’m in the minority, that there are many who’re sad to see its end. But it goes on for too long now: from early October to early April each year. It’s the antithesis of sense. I’m with Mother Time; I’d like to know who ticked the box to drag out our daylight hours.
So, for too few months, we’ll live with time as we’re intended. And then we’ll mess it all up again.