It’s probably a couple of years since I’ve worn a watch but a magnificent birthday gift has reminded me of one of the absurdities of getting work done on a time piece.
The watch that Pauline bought me needed a couple of links removed to fit my wrist. We headed to the jeweller and handed the watch over together with Pauline’s watch which also needed resizing.
At that point I was reminded of the times in the past when I’d had a watch battery replaced. The assistant said, “They’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
Wonderful. How are we meant to know when our fifteen minutes is up? We went into the shop knowing exactly what time it was but with our watches now gone we have no way of knowing.
Thankfully things are a little easier these days with mobile phones able to display the time.
