I don't like the clocks changing. Even though I nearly got an extra hour in bed this morning. Was eventually roused by son asking what the real time was. 'If the clock says 8.23, does that mean it's 7.23 or is it really 8.23?' I hadn't changed the clock so it was the godawful 7.23. Thanks son.
I don't like the dark afternoons. I sympathise with chickens that slow down then grind to a complete stop once the sun goes down leaving them totally befuddled should a fox come along.
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