Marital ding dong

We'd just been to wind up the church clock. Well Brome wound it up and I stood at the bottom of the ladder letting vertigo get the better of me.

Brome's clock duties are almost over because our neighbour, Steve, should be back from Thailand any day now to relieve him. In some ways it really will be a relief because the responsibility has been affecting my sleep. At five in the morning it's no joke when Brome's worried the clock's stopped and all of Twickenham-dom won't get to work on time.

Let them have a lie in is what I say.