The Horror Of Horology

The clocks went forward yesterday. The downside of this is that we all have to get up an hour earlier. The upside is that it is now, horologically speaking, British Summer Time.

Actually, by anyone’s definition, British Summer Time is not really much of an upside. No-one comes to Britain for the weather.

Although the weather was quite nice today.

The snow and ice of recent weeks seems to have dissipated for the time being, although a third strike by the Beast from the East is apparently imminent and due to arrive in time for the Easter weekend.

Which will be nice. Who doesn’t dream of a White Easter?

Just like the ones I used to know.

It seems hard to believe that snow is on the way though, because today was positively balmy.

Not, really summer weather though. More like spring weather.

Because it is spring and not summer. British Summer Time doesn’t actually mean that it is summer. Much like when we go back to Greenwich Meantime, it doesn’t follow that we’ll all be mean to each other. Although we might be, because it’ll be colder and darker and generally a bit rubbish, all of which might engender a slightly meaner attitude towards the rest of humanity. Although GMT does bring a later start to the day, which mitigates the horror of winter a little.

But for now let us enjoy the fact that the days are getting a little longer and the weather is occasionally clement.

I’m still struggling with the getting up earlier though.