Ah, yes, daylight savings
You would think that it would be quite simple if someone sends you an invitation to a bbq on Saturday night stating that it's to celebrate Tim's B'day (although actually that was two weeks ago) and Daylight Savings, to make it to the bbq you have to go to the following day on time. You would think that might mean that you remember on Sunday (or even on Saturday night) to change your clocks.
But no, we blithely went to bed at 2pm (after a fantastic bbq celebration involving homebrew, sausages, red wine, local beer made from wattle, and yummy things called Clinkers*).
And then we blithely awoke at 12, and quietly assessed the possibility of an overhang (Eleri: no; Ed: yes).
And then we texted Beks to say "Oh, sorry, just woken up - will be at your bbq by 2pm".
No problem, we thought, so we had a shower, we got dressed, we pottered around and sorted ourselves out and then toddled along to the bbq.
Only to discover that there were only about 8 people left, and that the bbq (horror!) had been both cleaned and put away, and that we had missed the raffle** and everything!
We strolled through and said "Hi, sorry we're a bit late" and everyone looked at us and said we were *very* late, and we said "Ah, but surely not, for look, it is 2pm, and we said we would be here at 2" [yeah, ok, we were being a bit over-triumphant at our getting-up achievements].
At which they all collapsed, said "I told you so" to each other, and then "Ah, but no, because look, it is actually 3".
And we said "Oh".
Mind you, then we ate yummy chocolate chip biscuits made by Gayle, and lovely apple and cinnamon cake# made by Beks, and also met the lovely Paul Vout (who seems to be positively the nicest and most genuine politician I have ever met). So, vote for Vout.
However, I did make on time to The Chocolate Buddha to meet up with Rhino Rita to give her a little rhino brooch made by Klei, and have extremely yummy Age Dashi Tofu, Teriyaki Beef, Seared Tuna in lime and bamboo shoot salad, and a glass of wine in the evening, and then we looked at pictures of the snow leopards at Taronga Zoo in Sydney - yay!
*Clinkers: Oh my god. They said "want a clinker?" I said "want a what?" They said "just try one" so I did. Yummy sugary chocolate-y goodness.
**Raffles happen at money-raising events for politicians. In my opinion, in the extremely safe seat of Malvern, Paul needs all the help he can get. Besides, check out his cute smile in this photo.
# Must get the recipe.
But no, we blithely went to bed at 2pm (after a fantastic bbq celebration involving homebrew, sausages, red wine, local beer made from wattle, and yummy things called Clinkers*).
And then we blithely awoke at 12, and quietly assessed the possibility of an overhang (Eleri: no; Ed: yes).
And then we texted Beks to say "Oh, sorry, just woken up - will be at your bbq by 2pm".
No problem, we thought, so we had a shower, we got dressed, we pottered around and sorted ourselves out and then toddled along to the bbq.
Only to discover that there were only about 8 people left, and that the bbq (horror!) had been both cleaned and put away, and that we had missed the raffle** and everything!
We strolled through and said "Hi, sorry we're a bit late" and everyone looked at us and said we were *very* late, and we said "Ah, but surely not, for look, it is 2pm, and we said we would be here at 2" [yeah, ok, we were being a bit over-triumphant at our getting-up achievements].
At which they all collapsed, said "I told you so" to each other, and then "Ah, but no, because look, it is actually 3".
And we said "Oh".
Mind you, then we ate yummy chocolate chip biscuits made by Gayle, and lovely apple and cinnamon cake# made by Beks, and also met the lovely Paul Vout (who seems to be positively the nicest and most genuine politician I have ever met). So, vote for Vout.
However, I did make on time to The Chocolate Buddha to meet up with Rhino Rita to give her a little rhino brooch made by Klei, and have extremely yummy Age Dashi Tofu, Teriyaki Beef, Seared Tuna in lime and bamboo shoot salad, and a glass of wine in the evening, and then we looked at pictures of the snow leopards at Taronga Zoo in Sydney - yay!
*Clinkers: Oh my god. They said "want a clinker?" I said "want a what?" They said "just try one" so I did. Yummy sugary chocolate-y goodness.
**Raffles happen at money-raising events for politicians. In my opinion, in the extremely safe seat of Malvern, Paul needs all the help he can get. Besides, check out his cute smile in this photo.
# Must get the recipe.
posted by Princess Eleri at 11:47 pm
3 Comments:
Why is that when we go back to GMT after having had lovely BST that the sunday feels so so sooooo long ? And rather than having the extra hour in bed that you think you would have you wake up extra especially early for a sunday ? eg I woke up at 8.30 (earlier than normal for a sunday) only to discover it was actually 7.30. Luckily I went back to sleep but it was still an extra especially long day. Made better by going to watch the cardiff blues play the leicester tigers in the millenium stadium but then made worse by cardiff losing (boo!) but made better by laughing at the attempt of streaking by a bloke who took off his t-shirt (yes just his t-shirt but then it is winter here).
I can only sympathise with the daylight savings malarkey. You could try moving to Queensland - they don't do daylight savings. Although I'm not sure that the absence of daylight savings would outweigh the palpable disadvantages of living in Queensland overall...
Hurrah for watching, and boo hiss for the losing.
And why on earth would one attempt to half-streak? Strange...
Remind me next time at stitch and bitch about the recipe - it's modified from my Family Circle cakes cookbook.
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