Twice a year I wake up more tired, dazed and confused than usual. (Trust me, they are strong words to be uttered by a fibromite) Can we just stop messing with Daylight Saving time?
The beginning of British Summer Time is marked by robbing us of an hour of our well-deserved sleep and no more. I completely respect the need for this tactic to confuse the enemy in the World Wars, completely understand, but for all that is by crikey can it not just stop now? #grumpy
Granted, it is only one hour, but in my lifetime, that is 40 hours, the average UK working week I saw a fantastic image which asks the question;
I must however concede to being a complete hypocrite because I adore the extra hour in bed that changing the clocks bestows on us to mark the beginning of British Winter Time.
This does however raise the question; How can we as humans proclaim that two days in the year mark the beginning of a season and further to this, why not do it in increments of 30 minutes to mark all four seasons instead? #genius This would be so much easier to deal with, although in the UK, weather is not usually as predictable as time
Case and point, it does not begin to feel like Summer until July and Winter seemingly begins mid-September
So I shall spend the rest of my Sunday trying to wake up and get moving, but with a flare from the seventh level of Hades, it doesn’t look like this Easter Sunday will be a productive day after all.