It was so hard to get used to the change of British Summer Time. The clocks had gone back the previous weekend and suddenly the sun was setting before he managed to get away from work. Cooper looked out of the window and saw the sun had gone from the sky. It was dark by the time he got home, which was always too depressing.
Of course, it happened every year, but that didn’t seem to make any difference. It caught him out every time. No matter how many times he was reminded about changing his watch, the reality of its effect on his daily routine didn’t sink in. Not until it happened. And then, somehow, he felt deceived.
It made Cooper feel the way he had when he was a child, expecting the summer to go on for ever and feeling that sense of loss and disappointment when the light faded and he knew that winter was on its way. He could recall the feeling now, remembered how let down he’d always felt, as if even the calendar were prepared to betray him.
Stephen Booth
Stephen Booth
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