I lounged around in my dressing gown till 9am today. So late for me. 

Then realised my watch had stopped. It was 11am. It put me in a dither. I felt as if I'd lost something. 
There followed some farcical events which meant visiting the watch repairer twice. So pleased it's back. It hasn't got a second hand so you have to wait a while to see if it's working. I can't read the date except with a macro lens. It has a scratch across the face. It's impossible to clean.
It's been my best gift ever from Beloved.
I  chose it. I ordered it. He paid. I'm keeping it.
Forever.