Time.

The clocks went back this weekend. Or forwards, I never remember which. We were very prepared this time and spent part of the morning going round changing all the household timepieces around, then spent a lovely day at my parents, with a roast lunch and leaving the kids to run riot in the garden while we relaxed with a glass of wine. Being F1 fans, we dutifully turned the telly on in the afternoon to watch the "extended highlights" (seeing as Bernie in his wisdom has decreed that mere skint mortals like ourselves who can't justify £60 a month just to watch a little bit of live motor racing can only watch the best bits *rollseyes*) only to find that we'd missed the first hour as the one thing I'd forgotten to change was my watch. Calling myself a muppet for the second time in a week, getting clumsy in my old age.