The clocks go back tomorrow, which means an extra, delicious, guiltless hour in bed. Every year I dream of a world where the clocks go back every day. Of course, that would create trouble, notably that in a fortnight I’d be waking up after sunset. I would also be getting out of bed about the time all the good restaurants were closing. So I toe the line and put the clocks back only once a year, and - sigh - put them forward again in the spring.