canny granny

I get so confused with my modern appliances. I had a hairy few hours a week or so back when we had to adjust the time. I can change my bedside clock, that’s just winding a few knobs at the back, but I don’t even know how to open my kitchen clock.

Next switchover to summertime or whatever it is, I will get my son to come over and change the blasted things.

And I have just noticed that everything has a little clock in it! If I dusted more I would have seen it earlier. Clocks everywhere.

The DVD player, the burglar alarm, the stove, the TV, even the hose in the garden - and if I ever want them to tell the same time all at once, I’ll get an electrician to come over.

Time was never so confusing when I was young. It was just there. We invoked it in glib phrases when we wanted to sound intelligent. We said that it flew, particularly when you were having fun, that it healed all wounds and waits for no man. We also said it was money.

But what did we mean by ‘time will tell’? Is it all of my appliances reminding me constantly that time is of the essence because mine is running out? Is that what they’re telling me?