Fr. Pickwick was delighted this week to hear the unprecedented sounds of his family preparing to leave the house over an hour before the time he had appointed for a departure. As the usual (albeit very early) sounds of the scramble for socks, shoes, the correct number of children, etc crashed through the house, he thought how nice it would be to have a chance to be on time for once. However, when he heard his family going actually out the door, he curiously surfaced from the study and asked if Mrs. Pickwick intended to sit in the car for the next hour.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you ready? We are already late!!” Mrs. Pickwick cried in distress. Mr. Pickwick glanced at the clock on the wall, which Mrs. Pickwick had finally changed that very morning to match the stove clock which Mr. Pickwick had changed the very day of the time change. He became confused, and glanced at the stove clock. Mrs. Pickwick followed his glance and also became confused.

“My dear, I do not understand how this is possible.”

“Fr Pickwick, do you or do you not read my blog?”