Julie was away last night, visiting her grandson. After a quiet evening watching some Nordic-noir drama on TV, and some blogging duties, I went to bed before midnight. I slept very well with no disturbances, rousing this morning before 9 am, not bad for me on a weekend.
But I soon realised that it wasn’t 9 am at all, it was 8 am. How did this happen? You might wonder. Had I slipped through some time anomaly as I slumbered? Was I living in a Twilight Zone episode, where time made its own decisions? The explanation is far from exciting, I am sorry to tell you.
The clocks had gone back. As with most years, I had forgotten, and became confused by the clocks on the cooker and microwave saying one time, but the (self-adjusting) clock on the central-heating timer telling me something else. As it was still quite gloomy outside, that should have told me that it was not yet sunrise. But the Beetley skies are often gloomy, so that’s of little use as an indicator.
Later on, I will have to reset those clocks that still tell yesterday’s time, and wind my watch back an hour. Many devices do reset themselves on these occasions. The clock on the PC is telling the ‘right’ time, as is my phone, and the TV too. If the DAB radio signal works well enough in my car, that will sort itself out as well. So, we had that much-lauded extra hour in bed, as the TV presenters always like to refer to it. When this happens the other way round, in the Spring, we supposedly lose one hour of sleep. If you are a shift-worker, as I was for most of my life, you might have worked an extra hour for nothing last night. Not much fun, I assure you. They say that you make it up by gaining that hour in the Spring, but what if you are not on duty that night?
Anyway, enough waffling, what am I thinking aloud about?
Well I am thinking that time is something of a nonsense, to be honest. If I fly across the world to another country, the time there will be different, as it will be in another time zone. Anyone visiting Europe from today will find themselves two hours ‘behind’, but only for the next six months. Time as we know it is something of a meaningless construction, something that can be altered by turning the hands on a watch, or by the edicts of a government. In fact, time as we all generally accept it doesn’t actually exist. It was invented, then played around with, to give structure to the working day, or for the benefit of the hordes of agricultural workers who once farmed the land. Later on, it was retained so that school children could walk to school in daylight, and everyone knew what time a train departed from a station.
I would like to see so-called ‘daylight saving time’ scrapped. No more BST/GMT please. It has no place in a modern world. We have enough time issues to deal with, without having to mess around with clocks twice a year, then end up believing it is getting dark ‘too early’, when in fact it was the same time it got dark yesterday.
For those of you reading this in the UK, enjoy that ‘extra hour’.