an extra hour...

…of daylight.

Aaaaarghhhh.

I hate it.

When I was younger and fitter and mobile, I used to look forward to the clocks going forward meaning shorter nights and longer days.  Even  the lost hour of sleep didn’t bother me.  I could go on evening training rides on my bike, and it was a sign that the racing season was getting into full swing.  Then there was the garden.  And evenings out with the family.  I could do so much more.

But now.  Now that I need to be in bed by 8 as my back is screaming with pain by then.  Now it’s a bloody pain.  My bedroom, at the front of the house, is now no longer bathed in nothing more than street light.  Now the street outside gets busy with children playing football, neighbours chatting into the night, lawn mowers, etc.  You get the picture.

So now as sufferers of seasonal adjustment disorder breathe a sigh of relief, I find myself longing for the end of October when darkness returns once more.  I suppose I could go on some sort of reverse hibernation.  Or move to New Zealand for the summer.

Actually that sounds like a really good idea….