"Time"

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day 
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

BREATHE REPRISE
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell



From 'The Dark Side of the Moon' by Pink Floyd

The lyrics of 'Time', rather alarmingly, seem just as applicable to my life now as they did when I was pootling around listening to it in the sixth form common room in the mid-70's.....

Having been busy doing nothing all day, then spending almost the entire evening watching "The Great British Bake Off" finals and the dramatic finale of "Doctor Foster", I ran out of time to do much of a blipfoto.  So here's a different, slightly warped, take on the brass Nell Gwynne lantern clock whose busy little tick-tick-tick I grew up hearing every day.  When Mum and Dad moved to Tiptree they no longer had a mantelpiece to put it on, so they gave it to me as a treasured keepsake and it's now kept running on the wooden bookcase Dad made for me.