tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post6740226267835661708..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: Examination, sardines, pilchards and time-keepingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-91707381279886744422013-07-26T16:36:39.535+01:002013-07-26T16:36:39.535+01:00Seaside grills involving sardines in Concarneau an...Seaside grills involving sardines in Concarneau and Perros Guirec too.<br /><br />Just imagine how you tortured your clock's soul by pussyfooting, refusing it the succour it so plainly needed. It must see you as a very casual acquaintance, likely to forget its guzzard in the near future. Apprehension of that sort cannot be good for a clock. Babies at least have two ways of communicating their needs, through charm and through bellowing. A clock may only alter its speed. One positive gesture on your part would be to store real letters behind it. Alas they're so rare these days. Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com