Times They Are A Changin'

The clocks went forward in the early hours and I am now mentally exhausted.
Two things have conspired to make the switch to and from British Summertime a nightmare for me. The first is the ceaseless advance in technology and the second is the fact that I am one of the most anally retentive beings on this planet (Virgo).
I live in fear and dread of forgetting to put the clocks forward or back and so gear myself up for it weeks in advance. It never used to be such a trial for me. Years ago, all I had to do was to alter my watch and the grandfather clock in the hall. Job done. Easy. No way you could forget.
Nowadays the task has become a tad more involved. Right, there is still my watch and the hall clock but there is now also another clock in the kitchen.....oh, and the clock on the microwave........and the central heating timer.........and the digital clock on the oven...........and the digital alarm clock in my bedroom..........and the digital alarm clock in the spare bedroom..........and the digital clock in my study..........and the clock on the video......and the clock on the video in my bedroom.......and the clock on the video in the spare room.

Each time I think I've got all the bases covered and each time there is some bloody clock somewhere I have forgotten. Like the clock on the answerphone, and the timer-clock on the light in the hall, and the timer-clock on the uplighter in the lounge, and the timer-clock on the back garden security light, and the timer on the pond lights, and the timer on the fish tank in the kitchen, and the timer clock on the fish tank in the lounge.
By the time I have completed this Herculean feat of memory and clock changing I am invariably shagged out. Then I spend the rest of the day recovering, and when I get up for work the following morning and get in my car to drive to work.....OH SHIT! THE FUCKING CLOCK IN THE CAR!! AAAaaaaarrrrgh!!!!!
Being so anal, I HAVE to make sure ALL the clocks are altered AND BEFORE THE ALLOTTED DEADLINE! I used to stay up until about midnight and do the clock rounds then. As the task became more complicated I brought that deadline forward and would metaphorically ring the changes at about 9pm. Still more clocks to change and the deadline crept forward to about 7pm. Yesterday, I altered the clocks at 5pm!!!!! (or was it 4pm???) Soon I will be altering them a week early, then a month and then......Yes, the nightmare scenario. I just spend my entire life moving the clocks forward, then back, then forward again, then back...........

I'm getting one of my headaches again. I need to lie down. Wake me in an hour.........or an hour ago...............or now?????
Sod it! These clock changes can go to Grantham.