Folks, Daylight Saving Time has ended, so it’s safe to re-hang our curtains again after ‘saving’ them from fading through another hot summer.
Fortunately, Bray Manor is located in a part of the world where DST doesn’t exist, so our curtains are perfectly safe all year round… for now.
Because, as sure as God made little green apples, the cursed DST will be re-introduced sooner or later, as it’s good for the economy; apparently. So, it’s just a matter of time I suppose before I’m being dragged, semi-conscious, from my bed before dawn each summer for the financial sake of the nation.
And it’s people like me who do it hardest during DST, you see, as a night person, or an Owl, I shine in the evenings. Early mornings are not my ‘thing’. Sadly, I’ve spent my working life in jobs where I’ve been expected at work by six a.m., and surrounded by folk whose greatest regret in life is that they can’t start work at four a.m. These people are known as Fowls.
Fowls are the chirpy types who spring from bed in the pre-dawn darkness, clatter about the house, whistling and singing and generally annoying all the Owls trying to sleep in. My father is a Fowl and, for him, being in bed after sunrise is a crime against nature, while I prefer the sort of hours normally kept by nightshift workers and vampires.
The thing is, Fowls may be all bright-eyed and sprightly at ungodly o’clock in the morning, but by eight p.m. they’re down for the count, which is when we Owls finally come alive. And Fowls are extremely worried about what we Owls get up to in the dead of night while they’re comatose, which is why they’re always pushing to re-introduce DST; to try and keep us Owls permanently tired.
Hey, I may not be an early-riser, but I’m wide awake to their dastardly plot!
Unfortunately, I can’t get up early enough to beat them, so, eventually they’ll win. Like extra summer sunlight fading our curtains, it’s only a matter of time.