… because the clocks went forward on Sunday morning, making my usual wake-up time of around 6:45 happen an hour earlier according to my body clock - which unfortunately can’t be adjusted by turning a little dial.
On the other hand, despite my brain being insistent that it was too-early o’clock when the alarm went off, I didn’t actually have any trouble getting up, showered, dressed and organised for my drive and my day. If only that were the case every day!
At least I had a very quiet weekend, with plenty of sleep. OK, I watched too many Buffy episodes, and I’m way behind on my writing for the month, but I went out for a lovely meal with Colin - the first time in months that we’d actually been out together. I even expanded my culinary horizons by eating beetroot - something I’ve been avoiding ever since primary school dinners, where the salad comprised a limp slice of ham, some limp lettuce, and some soggy beetroot.
… but not chocolate ones. I paid a visit to Lush at lunchtime, to buy some of their Easter-themed bath ballistics. My cold is still bad enough that I could barely smell anything in there, so I might have to wait until my sense of smell is back before I actually use any of my ballistics.