Twice a year we have this conversation in our house.( The time is irrelevant and so is the tense)
Mr.T, 'This time next week it will be seven o'clock.'
Me, 'No it won't. It will be six o'clock'.
Mr. T, 'No it won't because we put the clocks forward on Saturday night.'
Me.'Yes but at this time it will be six o'clock. It's six o'clock now, so it will be six o'clock in a week's time.'
Mr.T, 'No it won't it will be seven o'clock.'
Me, 'Shut up!'
We say the same thing every year. It's become a ritual. Mr. T reckons I go potty when the clocks move. It always takes me a while to catch up.