The cuckoo clock

cuckoo clock
Originally uploaded by ALBOWIEB

Another worry whilst I have the house to myself is the cuckoo clock. This is basically my dad's favourite thing in the house, maybe after his cameras, but he loves that cuckoo like a son. Like his firstborn. I'm supposed to be the firstborn.

I can't complain, though, I've got a reasonable deal here - living in the house, doing a master. The cuckoo can have my old man. It's quite a pressure though, having to look after him. The cuckoo, not my dad, although he does require eyes in the back of your head. Last holiday (last month) the cuckoo stopped working.

I thought at first he was refusing to come out because my dad wasn't there, but then I released that I was getting intensely paranoid about a mechanical device from a country that is clearly frustrated about not building weapons of war and has invested that pent-up energy in over-fancy clocks and over-engineered household goods.

I sent the clock down to the lab, and the report showed that the cuckoo was implicated in a murder in Los Angeles in 2007. And also that I had pulled the weight up too high. There were tense scenes as I tried to get the weight to come down a bit and work properly, but it did and everything was alright.

Not a classic anecdote, but the subtle embellishments helped it along a bit, I felt. Anyway - the cuckoo. All going well so far.