Twice a year, every year, I go a little crazy about the time.
Four years ago I was time confused and fretful now I’ve learned not to take things too seriously these days. Once upon a time I couldn’t open any of my appliances to fix the clocks inside everything but now I have the answer. I get my son to come over and re-jiggle everything.
I tried ignoring Daylight Saving Time altogether and leaving my clocks as they were, pure and pristine in their faithful observance of the time by the sun and factoring in the extra hour either way. That wasn’t too succesful as I often got mixed up as to whether I should count an hour ahead or an hour back.
And it’s all the fault of George Vernon Hudson!
George had a shift-work job, giving him leisure time to collect insects, and in 1895 he presented a paper to the Wellington Philosophical Society proposing a two-hour daylight-saving shift. There was considerable interest all across New Zealand.
So I blame New Zealand too.