I collect clocks, the old fashioned keywound or weight driven clocks. To me, there is nothing more homely than the ticking of a clock, the gentle chime, or the serious 'bong' or even the 'cuckoo' as the clock reminds us that time is passing. I love sitting in a quiet house surrounded by ticking, letting my mind wander all around.
Except that, suddenly, for reasons that I can't even tell you, every darn time I turn around, one of them has stopped. I wonder if it's humidity. One seemed to be a bit off kilter, and has been ticking away properly since I straightened it, but really, I have no explanation for the others.
It really is irritating though.
I have a saying: 'The more keywound clocks a woman has, the less likely she is to know exactly what time it is."