At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock – midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of sorts for a day or two. If we find it difficult then the animals also are put out.
No matter how clearly and how often we explain it they remain unimpressed, sceptical doesn’t even cover it. However, a half-hour delay last night and a full hour delay this morning hopefully has cracked it and we have migrated to the new time.
Anyway, Autumn was predominantly prominent on the sniffathon this morning.
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