No 3. Kitchen Clock
This beauty I bough for next to nothing at a flee market. It was completely unused: the man selling it had some clocks left from his grandfathers old watchmaker's shop. Mint condition, and with key. Oh the joy.
I came home, pulled it up and proudly hung it on the wall.
I tried to ignore it but there wasn't a chance in hell. I had to bury the damn thing in my wardrobe until it ran out again. Now it hangs on the wall like a piece of art, and our kitchen it's always just after ten.