Age. So it goes.

An extract from my e-diary in April 2000:

At my parents’ home, in the afternoon, the clock chimed once for 4.30pm.

My mother asked my father: “Why did that clock stop last night?”

“Half past twelve,” he replied, mis-hearing her.

“It’s only Tuesday,” my mother continued, not really hearing him.

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