It’s late evening on Saturday and I haven’t yet posted anything to the blog. The day seems to have run away from me and I’m not feeling particularly inspired, so perhaps I could do worse than post a photo of a clock, even if it’s only a dandelion clock.
That’s it for today. I hope to do better tomorrow.
British Summer Time starts today, which meant I got up early – by the clock, at least. I still haven’t adapted to living in the UK again, so I headed off to the 24-hour supermarket in the naïve expectation that it would be open. Of course it wasn’t.
This weekend we changed the clocks for the end of British Summertime and in yesterday’s post I suggested that this must mean that Autumn has now, finally, begun. On further consideration, though, I note that there is no equivalent official season to BST; there isn’t even a “British Wintertime”. We’re now in an officially mandated no-man’s season between the governmentally assigned summers that last approximately six months. Continue reading “every second counts”