Timesplitters

A year ago, whilst sitting in my old flat pondering, seated on the most comfortable sofa in the world (with reclining action), I hear a tick. Tick Tick Tick. Thinking I was reliving Peter Pan, or almost certainly hearing things, I ploughed through the house seeking out the source of the beat. I stopped clocks, removed batteries, pulled out plugs, all to no avail. Everywhere I went, if I listened hard enough, I could hear the tick. Eventually, thinking it was up or downstairs, I went to put on my shoes to investigate further, when I noticed my wristwatch. I had had this puppy for about two years at that point, and it's the nicest watch I've ever owned. I bought it while shopping for a suit in Hugo Boss, and it's some of the best money I've ever spent. The only regret I have is that I had to buy it for myself, which was quite a poignant realisation. Anyway, I hold it up to my ear, and yep, tick tick tick. Two years, and I had just never been quiet enough to hear the tick.