That sinking feeling...

My diver's watch. 
Did one dive too many. Or rather decided to pack it in and leave its owner, that big eedjit who just has to go for a few dives day in day out. All year round. 
The watch got tired. No longer wanted to be defined by its diver's status. Aspired to become a bottom feeder. Connived with the strap, bribed it to break upon impact. 
Now my diver's watch has stolen (not earned!) a not-deserved-at-all retirement at the bottom of the harbour. 
I might try to snorkel it out of its shamelessly early retirement tomorrow, but I am not too hopeful...