It was one of those Glorious October days yesterday, so very unlike the day just previously, this one the sun shone brightly, even in its overcast dark grey cloud laden sky, it even had some remaining late summer warmth about it, which was most welcome. I hurriedly pegged out my still dripping wet hand washed laundry in vain hopes the warm breeze would dry it before it could get a further rinse cycle, by yet another sudden and unexpected monsoon or three, we have had a lot of participation here of late, not that I’ve minded … fact was there’s been something quite special about laying around on my big squishy sofa, a roaring fire blazing in the log burner, listening to the rain hammering loudly upon the glass conservatory roof ,as it did so washing away leaves,twigs and moss, ..( This is my new favourite pastime btw, leaf and moss race, nearly always the leaf that wins though…..
But despite my constant feeding of its large ever open mouth, my stove did little to warm me, I felt chilly …I decided I needed to invest in a further fleece throw, in none other than of course Red,( I’ve only six in assorted colours by the way)but I wanted red, this being our theme….I could of course crochet one but this would involve a hook thing, wool(yarn) and hours of work ….besides some months back I gone off crochet in a huge way…..(sighs) …. So I spent a happy hour, searching on Amazon for a thick Sherpa fleece ….Found it! , After this I decided what the living room was still missing and really needed to finish it off was a nice clock!,
I looked at countless, plastic cheap characterless clocks, nothing spoke to me, not one matched my now already taking shape living room or thereof my budget, I was disappointed,…that was though until as I left the clock section in a huff, there quite by chance an advert appeared,( Magic!!!!!) …tah dah!!!!, They have Build your own Clock kit,s now days you know., …And as I tentatively ventured a sneaky peek, I saw pages of the said kits, you know they have clocks for all occasions ?, Large complicated looking things all cogs and widgets, wall clocks with dangly doodah,s, some shaped like owls,, others like buildings, I scrolled one by one, my old lack of confidence screamed in my ears , your never going to be able to do this( this is normally a male voice by the way, it always is) but I told that! To get out at Fenchurch street !!!, shutting my eyes,I bought one quickly before I could over think it…( I’m famous for over thinking) …..
Next day my lovely red fleece throw arrived and with it the actually dreaded clock, I had by now had over night to dwell on things, who am I kidding I had thought of little else, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the box,let alone open it!, Almost felt like it somehow mocked me……so I shoved it under the bed quickly where all scary things live right?……but as the day wore on that blooming clock called from under its resting place, I tried ignoring it, in fact I did every chore I had to do for the week, kidding myself as I went about it, that I was far too busy to play clock building, floors sparkled, kitchen units squeaked under protest as I bleached them for the third time that day, ….my rabbit put all his toys up against his houses doors barricading me from entry in case I should begin on his home next…..eventually I had to give up and sit down….
That night as Jesse and I settled down to watch some episodes of our latest Nordic noir, I saw his tired eyes droop, his breathing deepen and I knew he was asleep, that’s when that blooming clock shouted loudest,with nothing else left in the world to act as a distraction I finally gave in to its nagging, ….I would just have a little look I thought, kidding myself…….on opening the box, it didn’t really look too complicated at all, actually thought for a moment I can do this, right?!!!!,
The first sections I thought as I went through it even I could false myself to do, from there it began, I did everything as quietly as I possibly could, so as not to wake jesse, Even cursed in the lowest decibels I could muster…..doubts beginning to already haunt my head, I put the clock away before I had even separated the bits needed from the sheets of laminated board…..I gave into those doubts to easy, and had already began to hate myself for it….. so picking back up the box I had just moments previously slammed shut in temper, I set to it in earnest,sat crossed legged upon my bed, bits of clock from one end to the other, I began pushing my doubts aside and putting bit 1A to another piece marked 1A, this was just the A,s,..I had the whole bloody alphabet to get through, bits pinged across the room as I unattached them from the sheets, other much smaller pieces made their bid for freedom by dropping someplace on my darkened floor, Because everyone makes clocks by a single strand of fairy lights don’t they??????Piece by piece I put it together, it was only difficult in so much as there are poking outty bits you have to slot into the cut out inny bits, …well my outty bits just didn’t want to Cooperate and go in the inny bits properly,( I cursed like a dock worker on a Saturday night pub crawl)…..by the time I actually came to the clock mechanism, that blooming clock had been put together three times,
But despite the second hand falling in love with the minute hand and me having to part them apart constantly, I finally won my battle, I now has myself a working, fully assembled clock ……it sits in pride of place among strands of twisted ivy, white fairy lights and candles…it was as I made this clock though I realised how little of such things I knew, there’s many little DIY jobs that need tackling and I have not got one clue how to go about them, I’ve tried YouTube and they make it all look so damned easy….you noticed this, I have to wonder ,as I do are there classes for woman who have never say repaired a toilet seat, put together a cabinet, unblocked the drain, some of us are living alone for the first time ever and no clue, getting in tradesmen for even simple jobs costs a fortune doesn’t it?….well I guess it’s one job at a time, this weekend I’m being let loose on making Christmas cards, it’s a much more sedate pastime than chopping wood and slicing through your thumb……no don’t ask …I’m capable of anything 😃, have yourselves a grand weekend folks and keep safe 💛💛💛💚💚💚💚💛💛💛💚💚💚💚💛💛💛💙💙💙💛💛💛💛x
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