Seth is well and ready to come home. 
But I have to choose … I can fit in one more trip today (carrying load-wise) … Do I go pick up the cans of Guinness and some celery needed for a casserole I am making tomorrow, or do I collect Seth? … Do I go pick up the cans of Guinness and some celery needed for a casserole I am making tomorrow, or do I collect Seth? … Do I go pick up the cans of Guinness and some celery needed for a casserole I am making tomorrow, or do I collect Seth? …
Ah bad luck Seth, you will need to wait until Monday to come home! A girl needs her Guinness!
Besides, I need to drop off another clock to the clock maker’s when I pick Seth up. This one doesn’t have a name, which is why he likely refuses to run. He is a lovely elegant Victorian skeleton clock under a dome of glass which I fear breaking more than anything. I need to find him a name so that when he comes back from the clock hospital so that he will, indeed, run!
Well there IS no choice go the grog of course..but your clock dilemma reminded me of a song/poem by Slessor.
“Two chronometers the captain had,
One by Arnold that ran like mad,
One by Kendal in a walnut case,
Poor devoted creature with a hangdog face.
Arnold always hurried with a crazed click-click
Dancing over Greenwich like a lunatic,
Kendal panted faithfully his watch-dog beat,
Climbing out of Yesterday with sticky little feet.”
And NOW I cant get it out of my head….lol…Thanks!!
Poor Seth. To feel the rejection and be 2nd to Guinness & celery. Now if the Guinness was to drink I could understand, but for a casserole. Oh poor poor Seth.
I forgot to add that for your Victorian clock, I like the name Alistair.
LOL I got some Guinness to drink, too! Wouldn’t be any fun without some to drink! I have a thermal pot (cooks without power) so the casserole is bubbling away in that, in about 750 mls of Guinness and, yummy, dumplings. 🙂
Joy, I think I am going to go with Walter for the other clock. I named him last night but he still refused to run, so it’s off down to the tick tock hospital for Walter, I am afraid.
And in news just in, I learned to text on my mobile today! Amazing! Now no one is safe!!!
If clocks were female they would get on with the job smoothly and efficiently, and not have a hissy fit at every opportunity, or sulk, nor whine because they’re not feeling well, or get their hands all mixed up, or their innards all gurgled … constantly.
And they have pendulums (and in some cases, rotating balls).
Clocks are male, I am afraid. 😉
So is a grandmother clock a transvestite?? 🙂
Grandmother clocks are a travesty of the 1930s. No good home has one. 😉
Tomorrow I will go collect Seth, and drop off Walter.
How do you know the clock is male? I was picturing an elegant lady. Are all clocks male? This is a new concept for me. 😉
Walter is good too Sara & I do love your explanation as to why clocks are male. It’s so true 😆
Yeah..I’m wondering too. How did you know the clock is male? lol. Anyway, whatever it is..it’s your opinion and I respect that. All I can say is that as what the common saying says, go with the flow.. 🙂