Time 'n Tide

This weekend as the clocks went back, I gained an hour. A precious gift on a chilly Sunday morning with two 1 AMs

Instead of going back the entire hour at one go, like the rest of England and Europe (Yes, as someone who had to fill countless forms, shell out a 100 quid and jump through hoops to get a visa to Europe despite living in London (or is it because of), I still think they're two very seperate entities), I savoured and spent this hour throughout the day.

In the morning when I woke up, and wanted to snooze a li'l while longer - I gave myself twenty more minutes of Sunday morning under the covers - a very guilt free snooze unlike Monday or Tuesday morning snoozes where you know that the later you get up, the more emails you'll have to deal with in one go.

In the afternoon when I met girlfriends over for lunch, I gave myself an extra half hour of conversation, laughs and gossip before I had to leave.

And this morning, when I ran into work suffering from Monday morning blues, I stopped at a Starbucks, bought myself a caramel coffee with cinnamon, and gave myself ten extra minutes to savour it before getting to the rest of the day.

Now, I'm tempted to go forward every Friday evening, and give myself an extra hour all weekend!