The Right Time

I love this old church - now a nursing home - which I pass each morning when I walk to work. As I did this morning at about 07.15. And there's the thing: it's one of few public clocks that tells the right time, a particular bugbear of mine, and one about which I'm becoming increasingly grumpy with each passing year. It would have been terrific if, at the turn of the millennium, the Government had committed to help get every public clock telling the right time. Sadly though, that's now a job for my philanthropic foundation, once I remember to establish it.

And another thing about this (ex-) church: they put colour transparencies on each of the clock faces at Christmas. So I like it a lot.