The Lost Hour

We are now on BST, having put our clocks forward this past weekend (March 28th/29th).
To ensure we don’t get it the wrong way round, Hubby remembers it by Spring forward, Fall back, whereas I remember it by Onward Christian Soldiers MARCHing as to war.
Up until we bought the boat, it had always played havoc with the dog, who remained confused for a good few months after the event, whichever way it went.
Not so afloat.

We kept to our daily routine, having put the clocks forward prior to going to bed and then getting up as normal the next day when we saw daylight. You would think that my mind wouldn’t be too happy getting up at 6.30 when last week it would only have been 5.30, yet it hasn’t been a problem for me either. Going to bed at night has been straight forward too, taking Maggie up for her final wee between 9 and 10pm.

We’ve had some pretty sleepless nights lately as the winds have been horrendous.
After the first such night though, Maggie has been content to snuggle in close.
maggie and cushionmaggie on foot
However, this is just how it affects us.

William Willett may have a lot to answer for with all the pros and cons of these time changes.

daylightWithin a few years of its introduction, most countries reasonably north or south of the equator had adopted Daylight Saving Time. But it has been controversial since the day it was first proposed.

After a century of daylight saving (1907 -2007), we still cannot agree on whether it is a good thing or not. When proposals to extend the system are occasionally made in Parliament, protest soon comes from those affected by its disadvantages. Daylight Saving Time tries to treat a complex network of symptoms with one solution. But not everybody sees it as a cure. So the debate continues. (source)




About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to The Lost Hour

  1. amommasview says:

    It’s pretty controversial! And I feel like the places that don’t do it are doing pretty good too…

  2. I’ve never heard the “onward Christian soldiers” as a way to remember which way to turn the clocks!

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