Put the clock forward
12 hours and all the cars are back in front of the owners' houses.
Revealing who dunnit at the half way mark is the scriptwriter's equivalent of tickling the viewer's chin, inviting us to cosy up with them and watch as cat chases mouse, with the old 'put the clock forward
' schtick passable as a sweet turning point.
Meanwhile, if you're like at least one person I've heard of who put the clock forward
on Sunday and hence arrived for work yesterday two hours early, the way to remember it is: Spring forward, Fall (ie.Autumn) back.
But put the clock forward
50 years and they'll be queuing up for medical services already denied elderly tax payers in today's Britain.
At 10.30 I put the clock forward
an hour and sound very grumpy as they keep whacking each other across the head with pillows.
There are even calls for a move to put the clock forward
a further hour during summer, meaning Greenwich Mean Time plus one hour in winter and GMT plus two hours in summer.