You'll be pleased to know that I've managed to glue the plastic cover back on my new watch. This involved the purchase of a tube of glue the size {and colour} of a banana in order to apply a miniscule amount of the substance around the rim of the watchface with a cocktail stick. I have sufficient glue left to satisfy the adhesive needs of my entire circle of acquaintances for many generations to come. {The only small tubes of glue available contained superglue which, knowing my level of dexterity, didn't seem like a good idea.} I'm very pleased with the result of my DIY, except that when I removed the sellotape that had been holding the watch together, a portion of the strap came with it.
I shall now have to buy an orange felt-pen to fill it in.
Perhaps,
though, I should submit to what appears to be the will of the Alligator-headed
Lords of the Dance,* stop wearing a watch at all, and step out of time
altogether. {Anyone who's seen me
dance will know that I can never step in time. Whilst I can, with a lot
of anxious growling and poking things with a fork, cook a vaguely edible meal,
I really can't dance.} What I mean
is, why live your life according to the arbitrary ordering of the clock and
calendar? Obviously it's useful for fitting in with other people and not
losing your job but, apart from that, why bother? Defy the hippo-like
Aunts of the Hours* who demand that you "act your age, not your shoe
size". Buy gifts for your loved ones when you happen to see
something they'll be thrilled with, not just because it's nearly the end of
December. Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired and get up when
you wake. Alright, maybe that last one's a bit impractical in our modern
society, but it's a pretty good way to spend the weekend.
*What do you mean, you've never seen Fantasia? Ok, so some parts are a
bit naff, but the hippo/alligator dance is seriously good. I would
include a picture, but I'm scared of the Copyright Demons.
