Timefoolery

This year I had the best April 1st joke played on me. Time did it. Rather late on Sunday morning I woke up and went downstairs as usual to make my tea. By the time I got to the kitchen time had moved back one hour. I left my tea things and rushed back up to the bedroom to check the clock. Time was back to normal again. And then it occurred to me: the first Sunday in April is Daylight Savings Time day. The bedroom clock is the only clock in the house programmed for the old change and automatically shifted its way forward as it was compelled by its inner machinery to do. I punched its buttons and synchronized it with the rest of the clocks in the house. Then I trotted cheerfully downstairs to finish making my tea, an hour the richer and wiser.