I’ve just returned from taking my parents to the airport after their week-long Christmas visit.
My dad’s a fidgety type. He is never happier than when he is fiddling about with something mechanical – I should say ‘fixing’ rather than ‘fiddling about’ but he tends not to have a 100% success rate and, as he’s not listening……..
I always worry he will get bored when he visits. My mum is fine – we catch up on the gossip, she brings her knitting, she reads, she gets waited on hand and foot, as is her right, but my dad always looks as if he is missing his own armchair and his man shed back in the U.K.
I have found the perfect solution. I find and buy all the non-working vintage clocks in a 50 mile radius, give him free access to Mr. Tialys’ shed and the can of WD40 and he’s like a pig in the proverbial poo. Then, if he manages to fix any of them, I can put them in my shop. Everyone’s a winner!
Well, actually, Mr. Tialys, my Mum and the two Madamoiselles Tialys might not consider themselves winners as they have had to listen to the sound of very loud alarm bells going off all week as the clocks have been on test. My Dad, of course, is almost stone deaf so this has not been a bother to him.
Still, it was Christmas and you need bells at Christmas. I hope you had a Christmas with bells on too.