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Time shift

Nearly drove off the road this morning: maybe it's my age or something, but there are so many things on the radio, in the newspaper, on TV, online, that trigger a McEnroe moment and make me want to shout "WHAT????? YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!!!'

Last week, it was neutrinos, that if they weren't moving faster than the speed of light to get to their destination possibly before they left, were maybe coming from a different dimension .

This week, it's the news on @BBCr4today that good old Greenwich Mean Time has not been the gold standard for time measurement since the early 1970s and, more preposterously, that there is currently a proposal to move GMT to Paris. PARIS!!!

Clearly, no-one has thought through the consequences of this - that would put us all in 'PMT' plus or minus a few hours.

PMT is defined as a time of irrational, irritable, often depressed behaviour, occurring once a month, to a greater or lesser extent, in a woman's hormone cycle. If mother earth is in PMT time, maybe that explains a lot - the wobbles in global finances; unseasonal hot weather (flushes?); and our indecisiveness ... or rather my procrastinating procrastination. I'm good at this (as I have said numerous times before) but this time I am not going to let the world's PMT ensnare me too - TODAY I WILL SUBMIT, and walk the dog, and pack and post the parcel I have been promising Eldest for days; and sort the mountain of papers in the kitchen; and  .... probably write here about my failure to do so later.

One last thing, if time does move to a baseline through Paris, does that mean we can blame the French for the world's woes?

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