I wanted to post something before I set off on my travels tomorrow, and struggled with selecting the most important of my scatterbrained thoughts, so instead chose the least consequential.
[Oh if you insist – I’m off to Jersey again, on a two-engined aeroplane (both with propellers, I think), for my – and I’ve thought this one through – sisterinlawsmotherinlaws 90th birthday party. Saturday night, at the best venue on the island. I’ll let you know how it goes].
Oh yes, the watch. It’s at least twenty years old. Cost £300ish when bought. A couple of weeks ago it stopped. Just like that. I assumed it needed a battery (although normally they warn you by double-clicking the second hand) so I took it into the shop and they sent it away for assessment. Turns out it needs a full service, at a cost of about £250. I asked them what it would cost to replace it, at today’s prices. About £1,600.
It’s being repaired. I love it, it’s an old friend. It’s not that often that sentiment and attachment coincide with financial interest.