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I wake up this morning and low and behold an hour of my life has disappeared into thin air. All because of the horrible daylight saving change. As a result of this I got up an hour later than I had intended to and will go to bed an hour earlier than I should. daylight saving has single handedly ruined my day.
But it doesn't end there. daylight saving time changes have been the bane of my existence ever since I can first remember the clocks changing. When I was little my Mum got me to help change the clocks. Not only was this one of the most tedious things that I can remember, but it also resulted in me breaking an expensive mantelpiece clock by accidentally dropping it when trying to open the back. I attribute this first misfortune directly to daylight saving, and it was definitely a misfortune because I was forced to pay for that clock out of my meagre allowance until my parents forgot that I had broken it, which I'm sure took at least a year.
Not content with the early childhood trauma's it had caused me, daylight saving continued to wreak havoc on my life year after year. There were the little things, such as when six o'clock becomes seven o'clock and you have to drag yourself out of bed for school an hour earlier, and go in looking comatose because of that vanished hour of sleep. These things would trouble me, but daylight saving always had that little extra surprise up its sleeve for me. I've missed buses, trains, appointments and a host of important stuff because of that magic hour that surreptitiously sneaks in or out of the day. And anyone who's seen "Sliding Doors" will know that missing a train can change your entire life :-)
My enduring hate for daylight saving was crowned when I missed my best friend's birthday party some years ago, which was conveniently held on the day the clocks changed. I dutifully turned up at the bowling alley and found that no-one was there. Having hunted high and low me and my mum finally gave up and went home. However, the bitter irony was that I had not missed the party because the clocks had gone forward, I'd missed it because the clocks had gone back and I had turned up an hour early without realising it. I could have accepted it had I been too late, but being inadvertently early and accidentally missing the party has seeded an everlasting dislike of daylight saving in me.
Surely it's not just me. I imagine that up and down the land the economy loses millions because of this changing hour. I mean we live in a world where it is said that a traffic jam costs one million per mile in lost productivity, and if you imagine the combined effect of all the missed appointments, computer glitches and minor problems that daylight saving causes it is probably massive. Yet every year we go through the same rigmarole again and again.
And does it really make that much difference to our lives? Is it really that vital that we add an hour to the day or take one off? Maybe it helps a little but it makes my life hell on a bi-annual basis. The French poet Baudelaire used to have a clock with no numbers on it because he didn't care what time it was. Perhaps he had a point... Either way I will hate daylight saving with an everlasting scorn.
But it doesn't end there. daylight saving time changes have been the bane of my existence ever since I can first remember the clocks changing. When I was little my Mum got me to help change the clocks. Not only was this one of the most tedious things that I can remember, but it also resulted in me breaking an expensive mantelpiece clock by accidentally dropping it when trying to open the back. I attribute this first misfortune directly to daylight saving, and it was definitely a misfortune because I was forced to pay for that clock out of my meagre allowance until my parents forgot that I had broken it, which I'm sure took at least a year.
Not content with the early childhood trauma's it had caused me, daylight saving continued to wreak havoc on my life year after year. There were the little things, such as when six o'clock becomes seven o'clock and you have to drag yourself out of bed for school an hour earlier, and go in looking comatose because of that vanished hour of sleep. These things would trouble me, but daylight saving always had that little extra surprise up its sleeve for me. I've missed buses, trains, appointments and a host of important stuff because of that magic hour that surreptitiously sneaks in or out of the day. And anyone who's seen "Sliding Doors" will know that missing a train can change your entire life :-)
My enduring hate for daylight saving was crowned when I missed my best friend's birthday party some years ago, which was conveniently held on the day the clocks changed. I dutifully turned up at the bowling alley and found that no-one was there. Having hunted high and low me and my mum finally gave up and went home. However, the bitter irony was that I had not missed the party because the clocks had gone forward, I'd missed it because the clocks had gone back and I had turned up an hour early without realising it. I could have accepted it had I been too late, but being inadvertently early and accidentally missing the party has seeded an everlasting dislike of daylight saving in me.
Surely it's not just me. I imagine that up and down the land the economy loses millions because of this changing hour. I mean we live in a world where it is said that a traffic jam costs one million per mile in lost productivity, and if you imagine the combined effect of all the missed appointments, computer glitches and minor problems that daylight saving causes it is probably massive. Yet every year we go through the same rigmarole again and again.
And does it really make that much difference to our lives? Is it really that vital that we add an hour to the day or take one off? Maybe it helps a little but it makes my life hell on a bi-annual basis. The French poet Baudelaire used to have a clock with no numbers on it because he didn't care what time it was. Perhaps he had a point... Either way I will hate daylight saving with an everlasting scorn.
My wife and I opened a shop an hour early one year. She didn't get paid any extra for it either.
we should move onto european time so we are permanently an hor forward...they do it in france and spain and they are on the same longitude
I don't see why we need it at all. In winter it makes sense to have the working day in what daylight there is, so yes it's fine to take that into account, but why on earth do we need to change it back again for summer? Surely there's plenty of dalight around, why the hell do we need to 'save' or 'unsave' any?
In mid summer the sun will rise as early as 5am and set at late as 11pm. What difference would it make if that was 6am and midnight, or 4am and 10pm? I wouldn't lose any sleep over it...
In mid summer the sun will rise as early as 5am and set at late as 11pm. What difference would it make if that was 6am and midnight, or 4am and 10pm? I wouldn't lose any sleep over it...
I wake up this morning and low and behold an hour of my life has disappeared into thin air. All because of the horrible daylight saving change. As a result of this I got up an hour later than I had intended to and will go to bed an hour earlier than I should. daylight saving has single handedly ruined my day.
But it doesn't end there. daylight saving time changes have been the bane of my existence ever since I can first remember the clocks changing. When I was little my Mum got me to help change the clocks. Not only was this one of the most tedious things that I can remember, but it also resulted in me breaking an expensive mantelpiece clock by accidentally dropping it when trying to open the back. I attribute this first misfortune directly to daylight saving, and it was definitely a misfortune because I was forced to pay for that clock out of my meagre allowance until my parents forgot that I had broken it, which I'm sure took at least a year.
Not content with the early childhood trauma's it had caused me, daylight saving continued to wreak havoc on my life year after year. There were the little things, such as when six o'clock becomes seven o'clock and you have to drag yourself out of bed for school an hour earlier, and go in looking comatose because of that vanished hour of sleep. These things would trouble me, but daylight saving always had that little extra surprise up its sleeve for me. I've missed buses, trains, appointments and a host of important stuff because of that magic hour that surreptitiously sneaks in or out of the day. And anyone who's seen "Sliding Doors" will know that missing a train can change your entire life :-)
My enduring hate for daylight saving was crowned when I missed my best friend's birthday party some years ago, which was conveniently held on the day the clocks changed. I dutifully turned up at the bowling alley and found that no-one was there. Having hunted high and low me and my mum finally gave up and went home. However, the bitter irony was that I had not missed the party because the clocks had gone forward, I'd missed it because the clocks had gone back and I had turned up an hour early without realising it. I could have accepted it had I been too late, but being inadvertently early and accidentally missing the party has seeded an everlasting dislike of daylight saving in me.
Surely it's not just me. I imagine that up and down the land the economy loses millions because of this changing hour. I mean we live in a world where it is said that a traffic jam costs one million per mile in lost productivity, and if you imagine the combined effect of all the missed appointments, computer glitches and minor problems that daylight saving causes it is probably massive. Yet every year we go through the same rigmarole again and again.
And does it really make that much difference to our lives? Is it really that vital that we add an hour to the day or take one off? Maybe it helps a little but it makes my life hell on a bi-annual basis. The French poet Baudelaire used to have a clock with no numbers on it because he didn't care what time it was. Perhaps he had a point... Either way I will hate daylight saving with an everlasting scorn.
But it doesn't end there. daylight saving time changes have been the bane of my existence ever since I can first remember the clocks changing. When I was little my Mum got me to help change the clocks. Not only was this one of the most tedious things that I can remember, but it also resulted in me breaking an expensive mantelpiece clock by accidentally dropping it when trying to open the back. I attribute this first misfortune directly to daylight saving, and it was definitely a misfortune because I was forced to pay for that clock out of my meagre allowance until my parents forgot that I had broken it, which I'm sure took at least a year.
Not content with the early childhood trauma's it had caused me, daylight saving continued to wreak havoc on my life year after year. There were the little things, such as when six o'clock becomes seven o'clock and you have to drag yourself out of bed for school an hour earlier, and go in looking comatose because of that vanished hour of sleep. These things would trouble me, but daylight saving always had that little extra surprise up its sleeve for me. I've missed buses, trains, appointments and a host of important stuff because of that magic hour that surreptitiously sneaks in or out of the day. And anyone who's seen "Sliding Doors" will know that missing a train can change your entire life :-)
My enduring hate for daylight saving was crowned when I missed my best friend's birthday party some years ago, which was conveniently held on the day the clocks changed. I dutifully turned up at the bowling alley and found that no-one was there. Having hunted high and low me and my mum finally gave up and went home. However, the bitter irony was that I had not missed the party because the clocks had gone forward, I'd missed it because the clocks had gone back and I had turned up an hour early without realising it. I could have accepted it had I been too late, but being inadvertently early and accidentally missing the party has seeded an everlasting dislike of daylight saving in me.
Surely it's not just me. I imagine that up and down the land the economy loses millions because of this changing hour. I mean we live in a world where it is said that a traffic jam costs one million per mile in lost productivity, and if you imagine the combined effect of all the missed appointments, computer glitches and minor problems that daylight saving causes it is probably massive. Yet every year we go through the same rigmarole again and again.
And does it really make that much difference to our lives? Is it really that vital that we add an hour to the day or take one off? Maybe it helps a little but it makes my life hell on a bi-annual basis. The French poet Baudelaire used to have a clock with no numbers on it because he didn't care what time it was. Perhaps he had a point... Either way I will hate daylight saving with an everlasting scorn.