The prospect of turning the clock back always awakens in me some kind of Protestant Work Ethic reaction, which is to say I feel compelled to do something useful with the ‘extra’ hour. This means getting up at the usual BST hour and then, perhaps at about 11am move to GMT. So rather than sleeping through it (are we supposed to sleep for an extra hour? Hard at the best of times) I am consciously embracing the darkening of days.
As for tomorrow morning I don’t know what form of activity may ensue. Hopefully I will desist from spending more time on the annual ivy hack and plant a few bulbs instead. Or draw something for an hour. Or write something positive about Brexit. Now that would be an hour spent watching the minute hand moving ever so slowly.