September 23, 2012 
This morning the chocolate clock appeared to be a trifle agitated…or as agitated as a 6′ column of indestructible chocolate can appear to be. We came downstairs to find it shuffling on its four stumpy feet in the middle of the living room floor, it’s two spiky hands spinning frantically. It’s difficult to imagine that this can be a good thing!
Not unnaturally, our experience of 6′ chocolate clocks is limited…to the point of being non-existent. So what do you do when such a creature begins to act oddly…you run! Which is precisely what we did. We quickly remembered a pressing engagement with The Bleating Sheep (daughter) that required a trip to Fife – far enough away. As we grabbed our jackets it paused in its shuffling…then began to chime.
“Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… … … …
Too late.
We stopped in our tracks.
Only 12?
That clock face has 13 numbers.
What happened to chime 13? Exactly…nothing happened…just a constant and decidedly threatening whirring sound.
We looked at each other…and bolted for the door.
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The chocolate clock was indescribably happy! This was the part of its job that it liked. It had done the tough part and now it was time to…PARTY! It was satisfied that, starting from today, life here would never be quite the same again.
It bent over
pressed the button on the CD player
straightened
gave a final triumphant…
DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…then began trippin’ around the room.
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I am just hoping, that at some point in the future, I shall understand this………..
Me too!
All will be revealed tomorrow Chrissie…sadly it still may not make sense.
If it does make sense, it will be because Ken has explained it wrongly.
Sadly this is very true.
Where the Fatboy Walks?
Oh…that was rather good
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I may have put on a few ounces over the summer but I’m not quite at that stage yet. Mind you I keep baking scones – might not be such a bad title after all.
Nope – I think we’ll keep the modified one that’s sitting on the blog at the moment – seems appropriate I think.