September 27, 2010

Times, they are a-changin'

The seasons change, and autumnal winds slow my cycling and whip my hair into tumbleweed, and it starts to darken at 8 o'clock instead of 11. I remind myself soon I will have to check when daylight saving is due to end. Before I was always confused as to what I was meant to do at the change over - in what direction was I meant to wind my clocks, and no one I asked every seemed completely certain of their answer.
Now I have a clever little saying in order to instantly recall this vital piece of information, and will be admired everywhere for being able to pass on this knowledge.


(admittedly I never call Autumn "Fall", but 'Autumn back' doesn't have quite the same ring to it.)

As found in 'Kissing the Gunner's Daughter', an Inspector Wexford mystery, by Ruth Rendall.

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