Daylight Saving

Today - or rather, at some point last night - our clocks went back.  I like it when the clocks go back because it means an extra hour in bed but I dislike it because it marks our descent back into winter.  And I don't like winter.  It's lucky for me that the clocks always seem to change on my day off.  If ever they were to change on a day I had to work I could almost guarantee that I would turn up at the wrong time: either an hour late or an hour early.  I'd been thinking about the clocks going back but when it actually came to it I totally forgot.  After a night of red wine and monopoly (crazy Saturday night for us twenty-somethings) Mystical Roo and I went to bed and made no mention of the changing our clocks.  So when I woke up this morning and suddenly remembered I felt quite pleased that although my phone was telling me it was 07.00 it was actually 06.00.  Excellent.  Or not so excellent.  After drifting back to sleep and waking up at what I thought was 07.00, I ambled into the living room to find that the clock on the wall indicated it was 09.00.  Major confusion.  And then frustration at having slept in.  Then more confusion.  Then realisation.  The damned phone was way ahead of me.  So clever in it's technology that it knew the clocks were going back even if I didn't.  So at some point in the night the clever little phone had readjusted its settings and corrected its time accordingly.  So when I woke up thinking it was really 06.00 it was actually 07.00 all along.  What's the world coming to when I can't remember to change the clock but the clock can do it itself.  Scary stuff if you ask me.  Not to mention confusing.  If the phone is changing the time by itself, who knows what else its up to.