Grrr. I hate it when the clocks go forward. Although we only lose an hour, Madam Body always decides that actually she’s losing at least 4. So there we are in the middle of the night, having an argument with ourselves. I am pointing out crossly in no uncertain fashion that it is idiotic to be awake at 4.15am. She smirks, tosses and turns, throws the covers on and off, sighs and eventually gets me up to have a snack and a hot drink as that usually gets the better of her.
Not this time. And I was teaching the kids this morning and needed my wits about me … dunno where they went!
Maybe Madam Body will condescend to cooperate tonight instead.