It's been a rather strange day. Our clocks went back last night. [Spring forward and fall back]. It's fall here in the southern hemisphere. It's spring with the rest of you. So in relation to the UK I’ve gone from being 13 hours in front a few weeks ago to being 12 hours in front when the UK's clocks went forward to 11 hours in front today now that ours have gone back. To confuse me even more in a few weeks I’ll be 11 hours behind the ‘other half’ of my life and friends instead of ahead.
I was up at 6am and my priority for this morning was emails and a blog post.
Out forecast this morning was drizzle all morning and solid rain for the rest of the day (and week). That was a nuisance as I had a match to play this afternoon. At noon it was pouring at The Cottage but my opponent lies about 5 ks away as the crow flies (actually crows don't fly in a straight line but I'll ignore that) and it wasn't raining where he lives. The match was at 1pm. We both turned up at the lawns and the sun shone. It kept shining and the temperature soared for the next four hours whilst we played. [I wasn't going to mention it but, seeing as you asked, I won.]
By the time I'd got home, watched the news, made dinner, sorted out the week's diaries with Wendy and Martin and had long chats to Anna and Gaz in Scotland and Holland respectively it was nearly 11pm.
I did the emails this morning but I still haven't done a blog post and it doesn't look as if I'll get one done either. How can one be so very busy and achieve so very little?
Oh well. There's always tomorrow. Leastways I hope there will be a tomorrow. I'll be mightily pissed off if there isn't.