Daylight savings starts Sunday! I’ve been telling anyone who’ll listen. People, dogs, garbage bins. Wind back them clocks!*
It said so in my diary, and it seemed like the right time as the sun has been out and about lately. There’s still light in the sky when I leave for work. There were robins hopping around on our lunchtime walk, not to mention a three-legged cocker spaniel that was moving way faster than us.
(* UPDATE – Melissa pointed out that it’s clocks FORWARD. Is it any wonder I don’t know what day it is!?)
I finally remembered today that I bought my bloody diary in America. So daylight saving only starts over there this weekend; the UK has to wait until the end of March. D’oh! I’ll have to remember to go to work on the 4th of July.
It feels close enough to Spring anyway. I’m itching to throw things away, to try something new, to reorganise and refresh. Maybe get a really ill-advised haircut.
Another sign of impending spring is the wavering between soup and salad at lunchtime. Which way to go?! I think my thermostat is totally tuned to Scotland now because it was a sultry 8’C (46’F)the other day and I thought, SALAD TIME! Growing up in Australia I used to listen to the weather report every morning, hoping for a maximum temperature of 15’C (59’C) or below because that was my personal Tracksuit Threshold – cold enough that I could wear tracky dacks (aka sweatpants, joggy bottoms) to school and hide my much-loathed legs.
In other news, the Moonwalk (marathon walk) training is finally back on track. There’s three of us meeting up for an eight miler tomorrow morning. When I joined the office walking team I thought, YES! Accountability and commitment! And now all I can think is, ARSE! Accountability and commitment! These things always sound good and noble on paper, don’t they? But then you have to actually do the bastard training instead of sleeping in til noon.