Putting the clocks back at the end of October is something I always look forward to. It means that I don’t have to get up when it’s dark for another few weeks. Moreover, on a Sunday morning I can lie in till 8.45. That (should have) meant 9.45 today – bliss!
Back in England I used to keep one clock at GMT – just for the hell of it – and visitors were often confused after wining and dining and having a coffee and digestive in the lounge sitting opposite my rogue timepiece.
In France, of course, GMT doesn’t exist. We are always an hour ahead, but at least the hour changes on the same days now. Years ago there were usually a few days of total confusion when ‘energy saving time’ and BST couldn’t get it together.
So this morning, there I was, snuggled in bed, relishing the thought of an extra hour.
But the cats decided otherwise.
About six o’clock I had to make a little trip to the loo and after slipping on catsick yesterday morning trying to make my way in the dark, I swirched on the light in the hall this morning.
Big mistake: Holly decided it was time to get up and followed me back to the bedroom to be let out of the window.
The other felines appeared to be comfortably settled so I curled up in bed myself.
After a few minutes Toby started to pat me on the cheek, gently at first, but then his claws came out. Turning over just meant he came to attack the other side so I got out of bed and let him out as well.
This was a cue for the others to wake up and start playing, chasing each other over and under the bed and pouncing on any hand or foot that happened to move.
Enough was enough.
It was nearly 8 o’clock. I got up.