Changing time.

This morning an hour was stolen from my life! Again! It happens every year and it's most annoying. I know I will get it back eventually but it's today that I am missing the hour, especially as I went to bed a little later than usual last night. What's more, it's still raining! On Monday BBC1 is showing a programme called "The Ark", a version of the Noah story. And there has been a film about Noah recently as well. Is something going on that they haven't told us? 

Be that as it may, between not setting my alarm and consequently getting up late and the rain still falling, I opted not to get soaked through again and did not run this morning. Instead I walked into the village for the paper, later than usual and under a large umbrella. 

As you come out of the village there is a sign letting drivers know that the road is closed. Because of the resurfacing work that is going on, the crossroads is completely closed. Buses are not running through the village. In fact they are not coming anywhere near the village. Anyone who wants to catch a bus has first to walk a couple of miles to Uppermill. 

The sign does not deter some drivers however. Maybe they see cars coming in the opposite direction and decide that the sign is a joke or a mistake. What they don't take into account is that those cars might come from the houses in that stretch of road or even that they could be driven by other people who ignore signs. And so they drive round the sign, zoom down the road, reach the point where there is a big barrier and then have to turn round and go back again! Which part of ROAD CLOSED do they not understand? 

The rain didn't stop until much later in the day, by which time it was too late for our grandson to come and play football in our garden. Once again, he has been texting to ask if he could come over. Mind you, his mother would have had to drive the long way round to get here, the crossroads being closed. But it's probably just as well he didn't manage to come. The garden is almost certainly a quagmire as yesterday there were huge puddles all over the place. 

So much for British summer time! Something of a misnomer, I think.