Tick Tock Tick Tock

Frank brought me over to Southport today to stay with my sister Sue. Her husband Tony (81) died suddenly on Friday -we think a burst aneurysm. He had been failing over the last year also with his mobility, sight and hearing loss and trouble speaking loud enough to be heard.

It seems strange being in their house with Tony not in it. He was always telling daft jokes that we'd heard a hundred times before and we would all groan. 

As I said in a previous Blip he was a clock and watch mender and their house is filled with clocks all ticking and tocking and chiming and tinkling. Now when I see and hear these timepieces I remember many of them with their intricate internal workings tipped out on the kitchen table being fixed and cleaned before being skillfully reassembled.

The clocks will still be wound and will still Tick-Tock and we will think of Tony and his jokes and smile.