No, I don’t mean the clock literally to fall back, but in the UK – and I don’t know if this happens elsewhere – we ‘change’ the time twice a year, and at 2am this morning, the time reversed to being 1am. Thus we are now on British Standard Time instead of British Summer Time, and in order to remember whether to put the clocks forward or back an hour, we were taught as children the little homilty: Spring forward, Fall back (Fall meaning, of course, Autumn).
So, why do we, on our comparatively small island, do this? It all began when a keen horseman, William Willett, was incensed at the ‘waste’ of useful daylight first thing in the morning, during the summer. Though the sun had been up for hours during his rides through the local woods, people were still in bed. William’s idea – which came to be known as Daylight Saving Time – of altering the clocks according to the season was laudable: to prevent the ‘waste’ of valuable daylight hours when any work for which daylight was necessary could be extended. But it wasn’t until 1916 (during the First World War) that the practice was adopted. Of course, changing digital watches and clocks simply involves pressing a button. Not so in 1916 when many clocks and watches risked being damaged by their owners turning the ‘hands’ backwards in the autumn. This could, and often did, break the mechanism. In order to prevent this, it was necessary – and still is on antique clocks – to move the ‘hands’ forward by 11 hours when Summer Time ends.
I don’t like this changing of the time. I feel out of kilter for several days, and as a one woman protest (not that that anyone would notice) I keep the time on my mobile the same all the time. It’s such an old mobile phone that it predates those which automatically correct themselves (I presume some do?) Well, it will be correct for 6 months of the year, and during the other months I merely mentally deduct one hour!
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Yesterday, we decided to do a small top-up shop in Waitrose because if you spend £10 or more you are entitled to a free newspaper (as well as your usual free coffee). Silly, I know, to drive all the way there, about five miles, for a free paper, but we enjoy the drive, anyway.
I always find what people buy fascinating, perhaps because I’m such a nosy person! I peer into their trolleys unashamedly, and cringe when I see large bottle of fizzy drinks, jumbo packs of crisps and sugary cereals. OK, we all fancy a fizzy drink occasionally, and a small packet of crisps (although I can’t abide sugary cereals), but at least they don’t take up 3/4 of the trolley space. I love it when I see people loading their trolleys with lots of fruit and veg, wholemeal bread, milk and ingredients for cooking proper meals (i.e. not frozen pies and chips). We tend to have what I call a good mix – lots of fruit and veg, wholemeal bread, milk and so forth, but we have our weaknesses, too, and like a Danish pastry (but only one each, not a mountain of sweet things) and a bar of chocolate once a week. Here is what we bought yesterday.
The pears are delicious at the moment, they are Red William pears, and there are new season nectarines, too.
Treats included …
I had a look at the magazine yesterday afternoon and while the homes shown are nice and ‘Christmassy’ they aren’t quite to my taste (of course, others will disagree.) I shall just have to see what The English Home and House & Garden offer when those two magazines arrive.
After we finished our shopping we decided to pop into the Palace Hotel on the sea front for a snack. It came as little surprise that even though it’s not yet Hallowe’en, the Christmas trees are up and decorated. I forgot to take a photo of the tree in the foyer, which reached to the ceiling, but there was another one (for there are several) next to the table at which we seated ourselves.
As usual we ordered a beef club sandwich to share. As it comes with a side salad and several chips, we ask for a 2nd plate and we shared this between us. With a drink (we each had half pints of beef) it was sufficient for a snack lunch, especially as they serve olives and peanuts with the drinks, too.
By the time we returned home, post had arrived. I was surprised when I opened one small packet as out fell several items of skin care and make-up products, and a large make-up bag.
One product is to help reduce ‘puffy’ eyes, so I’m having a bash with that, but quite frankly, it’s just wishful thinking! I am also trying the mascara, but the other products are going, unopened, along with the make-up bag, to the charity shop. These came as I’d taken out a subscription offer for House & Garden magazine; I’d quite forgotten this gift would be coming.
I had bought the apricot roses for the kitchen, but when I examined the flowers in the sitting room, I realized that they were all on the point of collapse, so instead the roses are now on the table behind the sofa and they look lovely, especially in the evening with the lamps on.
I don’t consider the rose an autumn flower, but their colours are so pretty I find myself buying roses more often than chrysanthemums these days, plus they are easier to arrange as multi-headed chrysanthemums are rather rigid and only look good if you split them up and put them into posy bowls.
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Today, Sunday, has been bright and sunny and we enjoyed breakfast after the extra hour’s lie-in. Husband had his usual porridge and I had half a grapefruit followed by a small warmed brioche with blackcurrant jam.
For lunch I made cauliflower cheeses, and extra for a meal tomorrow. I find that cauliflower cheese doesn’t freeze well, but I always make sufficient for two meals even if it means having them on consecutive days.
For the cheese sauce I use three different cheeses: Cheddar, Gruyere and Parmesan, plus a veggie Oxo cube for extra flavour.
And finally, the crimson roses in the bedroom are now looking at their very best, they have opened and look beautiful.
Wherever you are, I hope you are having (or have had) a lovely weekend and that you have found some time in which to rest and relax before the start of another busy week.
Until next time.