At ten to six this morning I was wide awake, lying very still in the dark, listening to my body insist that it was ten to seven.
It was quite firm about this. It had done the maths overnight and wanted me to know.
The clocks went back on Sunday, the country got its extra hour, and everybody else rolled over and took it like a free biscuit.
My body, meanwhile, had not been consulted, did not recognise the authority of whoever it is that decides these things, and got me up at the old time out of a sort of principled stubbornness I can only admire.
Continue...here.
-- The Old Grey Thinker
