Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Time
I am still somewhat disorientated by the changing of the clocks. I would prefer that we stayed with summer time. I don't like the long dark evenings. I know the Scots and the Islanders don't agree but I can't see why they can't have their own time changing at the border. We manage quite well with an hour's difference with France which from the south of England is only 21 miles away. Time zones work in the U.S.A. and in Russia. Perhaps if the Scots get independence that's what they will do. When I worked shift duties during the war I always seemed to be on night duty when the clocks went back which meant working another hour. When the clocks went forward I always seemed to be in my bed thereby missing an hour's sleep. Ah well! Such is life.
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