Minnie’s Musings

Time for a modicum of tetchiness on a Friday morning. While neatly hiding the fact that I have changed my mind.

Actually – in the interests of developing national civil discourse and debate – I am going to celebrate my change of mind. See, am progressive person.

Until really quite recently, I was very much in the “We are no longer an agrarian economy, so why do we still do this?” camp when it comes to the clock change. However I have had a volte face as I increased the depth of my knowledge just this morning.

I had thought a change would reduce road traffic accidents for school children, but previous attempts showed a change has the opposite effect.

Having witnessed some truly insane driving in recent weeks as well as bemoaning the antics of idiot parents on the school run over many years, road safety is a favourite hobby horse. To which I would add unsupervised children and teenagers whose desire to play chicken significantly exceeds their desire to stay safe.

Anyway, BBC Breakfast had an item comparing the attitudes of pensioners with that of young mums. Now, guess which group shrugged off sleep ‘anxiety’ with a slightly bewildered matter of factness.

Now I am safely beyond the 3am feeds stage but have shifted into the 3am festering about some random and extremely minor aggravation phase, I now spend an inordinate amount of time fretting about my sleep.

However, the talking head sleep expert said not to panic. So I shan’t. I will merely relish my extra hour in bed, stare quizzically at the clock on Sunday evening as the sun sets before I am ready and look forward to several days of moderate grumbling about the clock change. As, needless to say, I do not do on return from a sunny escape on the Continent.