We’ve all said it that we never have enough time. You know what I mean, sometimes there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day to do all you need do to or want to do. But recently for me running out of time became a reality.
Yesterday by the time I had walked from the study to the kitchen and then to the bedroom I had lost over ten minutes. No, it’s not that our house is all that biog. It’s that the three clocks were all showing different times.
The problem is one clock that keeps time, another than loses time and another that gains time. It can be quite disconcerting. Mick no sooner changes them so they are all the same and then not long after they are all out of whack again. Yesterday getting ready for church I couldn’t work out why I’d seemed to have so much time and then it had suddenly disappeared. I flew around in an absolute panic for a few minutes before the truth dawned. The clocks were out of time again.
Mick’s theory is ‘but you know that the one in our bedroom is fast and the clock in the kitchen is slow so you just take ten minutes off or add them as appropriate.’
Except when I’m in a hurry and needing to get out or to get things down, my brain isn’t thinking logically. I look at the clock, note the time and immediately go into panic mode.
Mick has changed the batteries in these clocks and it makes not a bit of difference. The problem is obviously with the clocks themselves. As I’m not about to replace the clocks, it looks like I might just have to put up with it. Then when I’m late or something is not done when it ought to be, I can say with a clear conscience, ‘Sorry. I simply ran out of time.’
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