As my mother reminded me of the change of our clocks yesterday, it landed upon me as a smirk since it reminded me of the rather insane rabbit hole I went down the last time I wrote about it here.

But then I was caught out twice. Our digital devices change themselves automatically, from my phone to computer to the cheap analogue clock I got in Lidl for €10 that updates itself from a mysterious radio tower somewhere. So of course it was my father's analogue kitchen clock that caught me out. The usual pantomime around this device is for it to tell the wrong time for at least ten days before I get impatient and change it myself.