Clock Repair
For the past couple of weeks my cuckoo clock has been acting a bit odd. You see it, for no good reason, just stops ticking. Well this has been somewhat of a thorn in my side. I’m not particularly happy when it decides all on it’s own to just stop running. I’m pretty good with a two train clock movement but as far as I’m concerned a cuckoo clock runs on magic. It has bellows to make the coo-coo noise and the second train also makes the little birdie pop out the correct number of times as to the hands of the clock. Magic it is, I’m telling you.
So last night at 7 minutes before 2200 it came to an abrupt halt once again. This time I had had it! I was in a bit of a foul mood and I may have already had a drink or two. Needless to say, I came close to pitching it into the fireplace while I had a roaring fire going. Instead I gave it a good talking to.
I stopped dead in my tracks, in my dining room, where it lives and told it, in no uncertain terms that if it continued with its present behavior that I would be forced to take drastic action.
Ok, what I really said was…..”Look you stupid German piece of shit, I will rip your ass down off that fucking wall and bust you into a milliion little pieces and use you for kindling in the fireplace and then take all your brass and steel pieces and melt them down in to a pot pipe and sell your shit eating ass to some Obama voting dope head who will lose you at a crack house!!!”
My cuckoo clock has been running non-stop for the past twenty two hours.
Ha! I guess I told him!
Oh poor cuckoo clock – you’ve terrified it into action. However, given that you are well aware that cuckoo clocks run on magic, you’d better just watch out that it doesn’t start whispering cuckoo instead of shouting it out in its usual strident tones. And, just be sure that it isn’t plotting against you – magic is not something to be messed with…
I might go faster and give two days in one….. or start working backwards!!!!
Stop shouting, I can hear you over here!
Maybe I should curse my oven Clock every time the power goes off it has a little holiday and I can’t turn the oven on . . .the clock just flashes 1200 angrily at me until I work out which bits to press and twiddle. Very frustrating. I don’t know how you sleep with all that clanging banging ticking and cuckooing!