Since I first met Aidan and started visiting his parents, they’d had a particular clock hanging in their kitchen. This clock, pictured, with the dial set against a photo of a tree and a sunset. Now, I don’t know about you, but to me, that tree always looked like a wolf. A spooky, scary wolf. It is a Spooky Clock.
So, a few months ago, I gave them a new one. Actually an old one of mine that I didn’t need. It’s nice and plain, just a round black clock with simple white numbers. A Normal Clock.
Tonight, I was looking at the Normal Clock, hanging in the kitchen in place of Spooky Clock. I remarked casually, ‘It’s nice to be able to check the time without getting freaked out.’
The instant I had completed my grateful utterance, the nice comforting Normal Clock launched itself off the wall towards me, landing on the bench below. I kid you not. I am now more freaked out by the Normal Clock than I ever was by the Spooky Clock!