One of mankind’s more gratuitously stupid activities is faffing about with the clocks twice a year. These days our timepieces seem to know all about time changes, which is in itself a little disconcerting when you’re not expecting it (this is the first time I’ve had a phone which knows about time changes). But that’s by the by.
What really annoys is two of the worst times of year. There’s right now, when already-darkening evenings suddenly advance into mid-afternoon, making for a miserable two months (it cheers up at the end of the year, when daylight, though still short, is perceptibly increasing again). And there’s again in the spring, when we are arbitrarily deprived of an hour’s sleep. Free jetlag.
I don’t mind what we set the clocks to. I just wish we could pick a timezone once and for all, and stick to it.