The Daylight Savings Time And The Masked Bandits

Weather wise the week end has been absolutely amazing.Spring has eventually sprung.The sun shined warm and bold for two days on a row.No jackets to go out needed.The outside seats of every bar,pub and coffee shop are taken.The lack of breeze doubles the burning sensation of the sun when laying over the unprepared winter faces. Short sleeves are appearing everywhere,in any form and in any color. The beach sees its first wave of enthusiastic admirers daring the water with their feet.To some extent it might sound exaggerated but,let me tell you,here in Ireland when the weather blesses us like that there is only one motto:”Carpe Diem”.You need to make the most of it and on the spot because in a couple of hours everything could change.

The enthusiasm for the nice weather, so long awaited after what it felt like an endless winter,runs in parallel with the opening of the bbq season.For the first time the air didn’t smell of coal burning in the chimneys but of meat cooking on the grills.

Our house was no exception,today the bbq season officially started and with it the trampoline season too.Four years later, I am still convinced that the purchase of the trampoline has been the money better spent in a long while even if,it is not all gold the one that sparkles.Trampoline is equal girls and friends out for hours but,unfortunately,it also equal noise.For some still unknown reason,in fact,every activities inside the trampoline is accompanied by a scream.A squeaky,penetrating scream that,at times, merges with a deep suffering barking.The two vocal performances,together,create an ears breaking unison of sounds.Kurt,(the giant dog),loves bounce in the trampoline with the girls but because of the quite invasive nature of his playing and enthusiasm ,sometimes he is refused the entrance.Then,it is when the most loud of the mayhem happens.

I retrieve inside and close the windows,I leave the noise out. It is 5.30 pm already and I can’t not to ask myself where my day went.In an hour is basically time to start all the damn process of cooking,feeding,washing up etc. all over again.The answer doesn’t delay to arrive.I know where my day went:it went away with the winter time.
Yes,I am one of those person who hates changing to the daylight savings time because I am convinced that I will sleep one hour less.I know that theoretically is not like that but, it feels like it!

This year the all changing time thing hit me like a boomerang out of the blue.I didn’t realize it was already that time of the year until the traveling husband broke the news to me.This very same weekend was the week end when the annual evil act of moving the clock forward was to be performed.I know that probably has been told in every single tv program for at least a week but,last week,was my Alice in the Wonderland week:I have been totally oblivious to the external world.Sometimes it happens!
Anyway,now I knew and I had to elaborate the piece of information I have been given. Despite the cruel modality it was announced to me,early in the morning while I was drinking my first coffee of the day,I have been sanctimoniously gracious and didn’t shoot the messenger.

Few things were going on yesterday,on the side of the glorious weather.The day have been pretty busy and in fairness I didn’t think that much at the deprivation of sleep I was going to endure for the next six months.Most of all,what made me forget about the change of time,was something I saw on my way back home.Something very weird.

I was driving into the village when I had to brake and stop the car. Marks of my tyres were probably left on the road when a couple f guys wearing hoodies and transporting a dead Christmas tree jump in front of me out of nowhere.While they were crossing the road the first thing that got my attention was the Christmas tree:who still has to dispose of their Christmas tree at this time of the year?But there was something else that didn’t add up.Something was definitely off in that scene,I just couldn’t pin it down.I coundn’t until I did:they were wearing masks.They were wearing those masks the bandits use to rob banks in the movies.I couldn’t believe my eyes and started to look around me to see other people reaction to what was going on.Surrealistically enough, nobody was around.It was just me,petrified in my car,hands glued to the steering wheel and head nearly out of the front window like as more close I was as more sense what I was seeing could make.It was just me and them.Impossible avoided eyes contact. A glance between the three of us was exchanged but as soon they passed me I speed up and went home.What the hell?Obviously a prank ,I thought,unless they were real robbers using the Christmas tree to hide and transport the stolen goods.Clever and innovative indeed but,slightly unpractical.
I suppose I will never know what was going on but,this,just to show that when the clock moves forward the strangest of the things happen.