Today the UK shifted forward an hour into British Summer Time and I continue to hate the concept. Every year that passes, the time change seems to rock my foundations more and it takes longer to get back to a sense of normalcy, but never mind, I’m in a privileged enough position to have nothing to do today but get over it.

The humour in this post on the Guardian has helped me feel a bit better about it all. Firstly, I have to apologise to the farmers for being one of those who believed the myth that they drove the change…

Weirdly, in the UK, changing clocks was first proposed by William Willett, the great-great-grandfather of Coldplay singer Chris Martin. Willett loved horse riding and wanted more sunlit hours. (You could say he wanted everything all yellow? Sorry.) It was implemented by Germany and America in wartime to conserve coal. It persists today, so we can have a life in the evenings after our terrible office jobs – that we don’t go into any more.

…and secondly, I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one that gets the severe time-related grumps twice a year.

It hurts my head in many ways. Meddling with our circadian rhythms leads to increases in heart attacks and plays a large part in traffic accidents at this time. Disrupted sleep can last weeks and is catastrophic for our mental health. Studies show it shreds cognitive ability, immune function, libido. It makes us less likely to help others and even judges hand down harsher sentences.

The post references Back to the Future and the wisdom of cows (pretty sure it was written directly for me, no?) and ultimately concludes with the futility of these time changes. When will we come to our senses and stop them?