When I was seventeen, my parents had a party the night after we put the clocks back. It was due to start at 7.30pm. At 6.30pm new time, the doorbell rang and it was one of the guests, a young Frenchmen who didn't know that our clocks had gone back. He said he would go out and walk round the block for an hour until it really was 7.30pm, but Mum told him to come in and not to be daft (well, she might have said that!) I don't know who was more embarrassed - Mum who was not yet ready, or Monsiuer Quelquechose who was an hour early.................!
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I didn't mind - I got to speak to him!