Well it looks like my trusty alarm clock is finally going to have to be retired. He's gaining on average 15 minutes a night, and anything up to 2 hours in any given day, quite some feat for a digital clock! Adds another dimension to setting the alarm to get me up for work, will it/won't it? I sure do live on the edge eh!
It got me to thinking about how many years we've been together, clock and I, and I realised its been well over half my life! About 23 and a half years to be precise. I had him as a present for my 18th birthday, from one of my more practical relatives. She bought me something nice too, but clock has long outlasted whatever that something nice was (don't even remember), so Auntie Jean had her head screwed on when she bought him.
If only he could talk, he's certainly seen some sights. I wonder what lessons he could teach me, what advice he would give, what stories he would tell? He's seen plenty of tears and tantrums, but he's also seen lots of fun and laughter over the years.
He saw me through starting Uni, the nerves and excitement, the stress and the drunken nights out. The worst of which saw him witness me that drunk I threw up in my waste paper bin. May I add it was my landlady that had got me into that state. He then saw me through the 2 day hangover that followed. He saw me through lots of drunken nights out at home too. There were the lonely weekends he had where I was crashing at one mates or another, then there were the weekends where everyone would crash at mine. He took them all in his stride. Even when I nearly broke my heart when one of my best friends moved to Ireland. I thought I'd never recover, to be fair even now twenty odd years later I still miss him from time to time. N was the sort of friend that would listen to all your woes, nod in the right places, sympathise, then kick you up the arse, tell you to get the feck over yourself and get a grip. Followed closely by getting you absolutely roaring drunk and wallowing in self pity with you for the 3 day hangover that followed. Every girl needs a friend like that in their life right?
Clock was there for my first real relationships, and my first love. I bumped into him once a few years ago (first love not clock), and he told me he still loved me, 20 years down the line. I have wondered from time to time how things might have turned out if events in his life had been different, but I wouldn't swap most of the stuff that went after, so the question is irrelevant really. I guess a lot of us have one of those people in our lives. Clock saw me through break-ups and make-ups, the tears and the joy and all the bits in between.
My faithful clock saw me through my first marriage, the good times and the bad. Now I'm older and wiser I'm able to remember the good times too, but there were too many bad ones. I'm sure clock would have made told me a few home truths and saved me a lot of pain, heartache and abuse if he could. Clock was there for the fun I had when I got my life back too. He saw lots of happiness and laughter, and shares some of the best memories of my life! There was the 4 in a bed incident, it may have scarred hm for life.... I know what you're all thinking and its not like that at all! One of my best friends and I got totally hammered drinking with a couple of friends at my house and collapsed into my bed, when we woke up the next morning the lads had climbed in either side of us, all fully clothed I may add. Gave us something to giggle about though.
Clock was with me through pregnancy and the sleepless nights with my newborn baby, and has watched her grow into a teenager with all the events that have happened along the way. He's been by my side in sickness and health. He's been a constant fixture through my marriage, although its looking very much like Hubbs is going to outlive him. Hubbs did adopt him for a while, but he soon remembered where his loyalties lie and made his way back to my side of the bed.
My clock has heard me laugh and cry, and I've bashed him over the head more times than I care to remember. Most weekday mornings sometime between 6 and 7 has seen some level of physical violence if I'm honest. He's seen too many tears over the years and I have to admit I'm going to miss him, he may even see one more of those tears when I finally condemn him to the bin. I know, I'm a sentimental old fool, but every girl needs a friend like him in her life right.........
C xxx
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