Guess who forgot about Daylight Saving Time this morning? I woke up thinking it was nine-thirty only to discover that it was actually the second of March and Cliff Richards had died in a car accident. The truth is I've been saving more daylight hours than the government recommends for some considerable time now. The odd forty-five minutes on a rainy afternoon here, the occasional one hour and twenty minutes of early morning television there. So far I've amassed 67 years 4 days 8 seconds and three books of Greenshield stamps. Now all I've got to do is to find some terminally ill aristocrat with less than six months to live and trade them all in for a yacht.