It’s 5:30 in the afternoon. You’re approaching the sweet glory of the end of the working day, when you gaze out the window and suddenly it hits you…its bloody pitch black.
In a phenomenon complained about by all brits who know their worth, the clocks changing is both confusing and annoying to many of us. We get tired way too early, many become more easily irritated and we’re all just down in the dumps, thanks to the winter suddenly being sprang upon us.
Offering slight relief however is the delicious feeling that the c word is on the horizon. And no, not what you dirty minded folk are thinking, but CHRISTMAS! So wack the tinsel out and wrap yourself up in paper, because if you’re anything like me, it’s the only thing that’s going to drag you through the swamp that is dark, dingy evenings.
!8 WEEKS AND COUNTING!