The story is told at Chorleywood of an elderly resident who duly put his clock on an hour before retiring on Saturday night.

Later his son returned home and not noticing the time, he too put the clock on an hour. Still later, a nephew followed suit.

The next morning, a neighbour was awakened by the old gentleman who asked what he made the time.

"Six o'clock" came the reply. "Well," was the answer. "I make it nine o'clock."

He could not understand why nobody was about as usual.

[From the Watford Observer of April 23, 1932]