Back and forth

The clocks going forward today was a bit of a bitter sweet sensation for me. Around 9 last night someone brought to my attention that the clocks were going forward one hour. This caused me to then work out if that meant we got an extra hour in bed or if we lose it. After much confusion and debate I worked out that we lose an hour but in exchange it will get dark later. Hmm, I’d grown attached to that hour. We had become close over the winter period like we do every year. It was like having a summer camp girlfriend. Over a period of time you’d spend your life with each other but once summer came to an end you kind of say an awkward goodbye and forget about each other until the next summer. The extra hour in October was a clear indication to me that I should take things more slowly now. Hey, we get the extra hour in bed and the whole reason the clocks went back in the first place was to adapt to the winter months.

In fact within a week of the clocks going back my body became all cold and I couldn’t be bothered to do anything. I just wanted to sleep or perhaps hibernate if the opportunity arose (it never has). More recently however, I have been sleeping longer for some unknown reason. I mean I have been banking some good ten hour sessions but for no apparent reason other than my body was trying to hibernate. Or, as I concluded it was altering for the summer months. A bit like whenever I go on holiday abroad and live a few weeks in the sun. As soon as my hind touches Great British soil I’m bed stricken with a cold for a couple of days. It happens all the time. A lady from my old job told me a few years ago that it was because my body got used to the sun and when it came back to all the grey and wet it freaked out and shut down which resulted in a cold. It then used the time spent in bed to readjust itself to the demands that I required from it. I recall staring at the lady in an odd way and thinking, ‘you’re crazy’ but finding myself nodding in agreement at the same time. However, reflecting back I think she is right and it’s actually the same with me towards mid-to-late March, I suddenly feel knackered and solemn but this is because I’m pretty much rebuilding myself for the summer and I don’t want or need the 8 hours a night kip and am content just with a 4 or 5.

So when I woke this morning, I looked at my mobile phone and realised that it had moved the clock forward for me (it hadn’t, I changed it last night but at the time I’d forgotten) so I spent most of the morning biggin’ up the Nokia and all it’s gizmos to everyone (when I finally remembered that I did it last night I was too ashamed to admit it). But what was great about the change in time was the weather which isn’t related to the clocks changing. I am so glad that the first day of spring was a sunny one though. It may have been chilly and yes, I did shiver walking along the street. But it was bright and the sky was blue which kind of lifted my spirits and made me think, perhaps, foolishly that this summer will be a hot one. I don’t know how I can come to this assumption based on today being sunny, and I have now probably jinxed it because of this proclamation. Still at least today was great and it felt like this was the ‘real’ start of the year and the previous 3 months were nothing more than a prelude (with a tundra thrown in for fun). I can tolerate the loss of the extra hour until we are reunited again in October and the whole cycle happens again but I just thought today was a good day. Don’t know how long this optimism will last though, I just saw on the BBC website that we’ve got rain this week!

In other news, has anyone seen a programme called Being Human on BBC Three? I saw it for the first time last night and thought it was great. It’s got a pretty far-fetched concept and storyline but I kind of like that odd random style.