Going cuckoo in Cheshire this summer time

I hate the switch to British Summer Time. 

That sounds a bit ungrateful, I suppose - I like the long hours of daylight, leaving work in the daylight, hell, I like the way the day sits within the clock way better. I just don't like the switch - that nasty 23-hour day and putting the clocks forward is a combination I'd rather forget.

So, right now, my thoughts are with Roman Piekarski, who co-owns Cuckooland over at Tabley in Cheshire. It's a museum of cuckoo clocks: and each one has to be advanced an hour. All 600 of them, all £2 million-worth of them. Roman and Max (his brother) will really have their weekend cut out, poor buggers.

Given that my late, much-loved mother-in-law was Bavarian, I'm of the opinion that one cuckoo clock is quite enough.  600 is going too far - but without people going too far, what would I do for this blog?

Oh, and on the subject of going too far: how does the digital cuckoo clock (pictured left) float your boat?

Well it solves the problem I was grumbling about, I suppose.