This clock was a wedding gift in 1999. When we moved into this house in 2005, we hung it in our bathroom. I can see it from my bed. It quickly became the go-to clock in the morning and basically whenever we needed to get ready and be somewhere at a specific time. Then it stopped working. I changed the batteries, hung it back up, and eventually it stopped, but not after just incrementally slowing down making us late for several things.
After trying another battery to no avail, I took it down so that I would quit looking at it.
And the Detective has hung it back up. He’d rather look at a wrong clock than a tiny nail or hole in the wall.) It drives me bonkers as I STILL look at it constantly. Alas, it is always 11:28:17.
Yes, I realize I should just go buy a new clock.