What's the time Mrs Wolf?

Here it's 11:24 am. Elsewhere? Who knows. It makes trying to work out a time to skype my good friend Katish awfully complicated. It turns into 'your morning, my evening, but not too late because then it's too close to my lunchtime and not too early because then I'll still be at work, and if we talk past the fourth turning of the ninth leaf on the fifth tree we'll all turn into pumpkins, so we can't be too middley either.' It looks like we're closing in on a suitable time, but have to be sneaky - international scheduling has a tendency to bolt at the first sign of diaryfication.