The strap came loose and the watch made a loud BANG as it hit the tiled floor. I didn’t realise until later, that it was no longer working properly, the hour hand advancing about half an hour before springing back to where it had been. I was stuck perpetually between 10:45 and 11:15, with no hope of escape.
So this is my second day of feeling slightly lost and bewildered, cut adrift in the oceans of time. I can get clues from daylight/darkness etc, but unless I dig out my mobile I have no idea what time it is. Its a good job I’m not working these few days, I’d be missing important stuff like tea breaks and the end of my shift.
I don’t know what I’d do if forced to live like this for any length of time, the low-level stress would no doubt build and build until I actually exploded.
New (cheap) watch should be with me tomorrow morning, and I can get back to normal.