Pam over at Butterfly Sand did a post on Time which makes you think. You can view it here
I wrote this post about 6 months after I started my blog. It still holds true for me. Time is precious. Don’t waste it.
I woke up this morning, and as is my usual habit, automatically looked at the illuminated display on our digital clock radio. It was early. Five thirty to be exact, but according to the dog’s body clock, it was time for a wee.
Whenever I visited my parents and stayed over, I slept on the floor in their lounge. The timer for their central heating was a ticker, a steady one second interval click, comforting in its way as it lulled me to sleep.
In their dining room, the old Westminster chime clock was still sitting on the piano and every fifteen minutes would sing out its quartered melodies then bong the relevant number on the hour. It was strange how it stopped at the exact time my Grandfather died, and despite being fully wound, didn’t start again for another twenty four hours.
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