Happy birthday to me

Today is my birthday. I don't like to complain, but it is going to be 23 hours long.

Even so, I am not one of those who goes on about the need to have British Summer Time all year round. Just remember what it is like getting up for work on 4 January or so, and then think what it would be like to have to get up an hour earlier.

Besides, it was tried in the 1960s and proved unpopular. Every time the subject comes up, the BBC uses a clip from the era showing children walking to school in the dark, bundled up against the cold and looking rather quaint now. I always reflect that I must have looked like that.

That makes me feel old. Far more than having a birthday does.