Cowart's Common Room
Clock lag

When the clocks go forward - as today - I lose my bearings. It feels like the middle of the afternoon still and I am wondering what I should be doing. Yet the clock tells me it is a quarter to seven and I should be thinking about the evening. Does anyone else have the same problem? The hour's difference in time is somehow magnified. It feels and looks like four o'clock - so I am almost three hours adrift.

The same thing occurs in the autumn. As someone said once - one moment you are pottering about in the garden until half past nine and the next it is dark by seven. So odd.

Still lovely day, the morning spent demolishing the set of Outside Edge and then a lovely lunch with friends including Rosie. A quick snooze when catching up on Boat Race news and a few necessary tasks in the garden. And I still feel it's only four o'clock. Well, I shall sleep soundly tonight.

Meanwhile Younger Daughter and Topi have run off to join paterfamilias at the circus and live in a caravan. No Fit State is at the Roundhouse for three weeks. Reviews have been cropping up in the papers. Ah, what it is to be young and fancy free! I expect Topi will be trapezing before he can walk.

Posted at 29th Mar 2009 - 06:58PM   Posted by Fennie   Clock lag Comments: 5

Arosebyanyothername's Avatar Some of us fantasize in our childhood about running away to join the circus - but Topi has his parents encouraging him - that can't be right. How will he rebel in his youth?

I wonder if the confusion you have been experiencing this afternoon might not be due to too much imbibing of the strong stuff, Fennie, over lunch. I fell asleep too, with the Sunday papers slithering to the floor and Rufus curled up on my feet.

Lovely lunch - as you say - thanks to J. (Apparently we had potatoes done a la Purple Coo recipe - must check that out - they were delicious.)

Posted by: Arosebyanyothername on 29th Mar 2009 at 07:30PM

Fennie's Avatar Yes, they are Pondside's potatoes - or maybe Pondside's friend's potatoes, I can't remember. You bake a potato, then squash it with a masher so that it splits, four or more ways. Then you drizzle olive oil over it and sprinkle it with lots of sea salt and sprigs of rosemary then you finish it off under the grill until the outside is all brown and crisp. Delicious.

Posted by: Fennie on 29th Mar 2009 at 07:59PM

I hate this clock lag, takes me days to recover my routine. During WWII they did Double British Summer Time. Me, I say if you want two hours extra daylight in which to work, just get up two hours earlier and leave the rest of us alone! Still it was lovely to see it still daylight ast 8:00 pm.

Posted by: Celtic Heart on 29th Mar 2009 at 09:47PM

Mountainear's Avatar I'll put up with 'clock lag' - light evenings are fantastic - except just at the moment the hens need to be shut in when the clock tells me we should be eating supper.

Posted by: Mountainear on 29th Mar 2009 at 10:17PM

Westerwitch's Avatar WHEre diD the day GO . . . who stole mY daY . . .revs chaInSAw.

Posted by: Westerwitch on 29th Mar 2009 at 11:54PM

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