"Whensoever the very confusing happenings take place, happenings in which there is a dallying 'twixt Greenwich Mean Time and British Summer Time (not forgetting the Daylight Savings Time whereof who can know whether 'tis other or which?), then shall it NEVER come to pass that timepieces may break and become lifeless, for a stopped clock is as helpful as a chocolate teapot and adds much extra confusion to the very confusing happenings of the Dallying of the Times.”
(The rule may need sharpening up a little before it goes in the Big Book. Otherwise there will be no room for any more rules. Truly, my verbosity knows no bounds.)
My reason for requesting the new rule is this: my watch is broken, and being the awkward little
Granted, it shouldn’t have confused me as much as it did, but bear in mind that I am a simple creature who gets mixed up really quite easily.
So imagine my puzzled brow when I got back to work this morning after my time off, only to discover that none of the clocks there had been put back yet, AND SOME OF THEM HAD STOPPED COMPLETELY TOO! Which confused me all over again, and made me feel a bit like I’d stepped into the very Vortex of Time (You may think this an excessive reaction on my part, but bear in mind that it was still quite early in the morning, I hadn’t ingested any caffeine yet, and most of my brain was still at home in bed.) BUT, I didn’t use my confusion as an excuse to leave work an hour early today, despite being sorely tempted to do so. Are you impressed?
Soooooo, given all the complications inherent in actually using a numerical system of horology, my new philosophy on the whole time issue is thusly-wise: What time is it? Why, time for a cuppa, of course!
In fact, bearing in mind how many boxes of tea I now have that need using (here’s why), it’s always ‘time for a cuppa’ chez chicken.
It will be ‘time for a cuppa’ FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF ALL TIME.