What Time of Day D'ye Call This?

That's what my Dad used to bellow at me when I came home late.  (Definition of late: anytime after 9pm!)

Homeward bound late tonight, but not quite as late as it would appear.  I never bother to change the clock in the car when it goes back an hour at the end of October; I just leave it be.  Also, it always runs 10 minutes fast, as that is supposed to stop me being late for things. 

So much for the arrival of Spring I predicted at the beginning of the week - it was 4c at work, and 3c at home, and probably much colder now, but I am wearing my cosy jammies, and have a wee shot of Glenrothes in a glass to heat me up. 

It's working!