When your time runs out.

Had a small clean up this weekend, tossed some rubbish that’d been building up in my office, got rid of an old and much loved pair of runners the dog decided to chew to pieces.

And, I finally had to admit my terribly old and disgracefully cheap wall clock was dead. It’d been losing time for months. Five minutes a day. Ten minutes an hour. Then it just gave up.

It’s weird how attached you can get to a simple object, but I guess I must’ve looked at that clock tens of thousands of times over the years, even though there are probably dozens of time keepers scattered all over the house.