Okay, it's time I admitted it:
I do not understand Daylight Savings.
I get it wrong every single year - I always forget who is an hour ahead of whom. Then I make an assumption about the timing of this, that or the other, and find myself sitting around feeling like a moron an hour after everyone else has gone home.
I live in a place where Daylight Savings has never been needed or welcome, you see, so it's something that other people do. Those other people possibly understand how it's all supposed to work.
Me? I turn up at 6.30pm for a lesson that started at 4.30pm.
Or something very much like that.
Every year.
Without fail.
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