Oh how I hate these clock-change days!
Every time the time is mentioned, the OH says, "Of course, it's really only ...."
He should save it for someone who gives a damn.
I suppose I could get into a philosophical discussion about the meaning of Time, and how it is only a man-made concept anyway. Unfortunately, that would take the wind out of my sails when I want him to commit himself to a time when he will return for his meal.
Even the cat is against me - she started demanding her supper at the new British Standard Summer Time 5pm - by the hall clock - which was, of course, really only 4 o'clock. Which should have been an hour too early for her body-clock.
Or was it?