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.
TICKTTOKTICKTOKTICKTOK
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.
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