Monday, October 3, 2011
The grandmother clock .
After an absence of three months the old Swedish grandfather clock has returned . The repairer arrived in his van , unannounced , at ten on Sunday morning . '' I was just passing " he said as if this somehow explained why he hadn't telephoned to warn us of his plans beforehand .Twenty minutes of tinkering and it bursts into life . A happy crash of cogs, weights and bells. The repairman collects his cheque and goes.
The wisened old thing now marks the hours with an unexpectedly high pitched doink, doink, doink . Its chimes have risen by the better part of two octaves and now sound more like an irate Swedish grandmother than a Swedish grandfather . Wilf spends much of his morning lying by it . The excitement of unexpected visitors has quite worn him out .