The clocks went forward on Saturday night, and I’m still exhausted.

I keep checking to see what time it really should be, and it always feels like bedtime. I feel as if I’ve just flown round the world.

Such difficulty I have over a simple time difference of one hour. Von says to forget what I’m thinking and just concentrate on the current clockface. That. Is. The. Time.

But this time last week it wasn’t!

I think I’ll go to bed now …

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