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… but it’s now British Summer Time, and I’ve just had an hour of my life stolen away from me; nabbed, pinched and pilfered away by some minion of Morpheus. I know it’s completely irrational — and thus, totally unlike me — but for some reason I feel a lot more tired than I should. It was as if time actually jumped forward an hour, in the blink of an eye. Which makes you wonder about the universal, agreed-upon consideration…

Upon regaining consciousness, a few specific thoughts always rush hastily along my neurons and across synapses: ‘Did I forget to use protection?’ ‘She told me she was on the pill!” and old faithful: ‘The guide said two bricks was enough…’ … and then, with clarity returning, and the nagging feeling that I’m not, and never have been a father, I realise it’s just a Jelly Baby. It’s just a Jelly baby trying, in vain, to be heard as it leaves…