When I was in high school, my parents gave me the gift of a watch one year. I wore it day in and day out for years and years, and eventually it stopped one day at precisely 9am. I took it in to a jewellers in Dublin, and they said they couldn’t fix it because it was a branded watch – only the manufacturer was authorised to do that. They tested the batteries and said they were fine. Later, I took it in to a jeweller in Cork, and they replaced the batteries for me anyway. It worked for about a week, then stopped again. Frustrated, I tossed it in a drawer and started living life by the time on my mobile phone.

Today, I found the watch stuffed behind Tom’s USB key (which he thought he’d lost) and found that the second hand was happily ticking along. I reset it, and an hour later it is keeping perfect time. huh. Who knows what was wrong with it for so long, but it seems to have fixed itself.

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