Tic… toc, toc… and again toc toc, tic… toc…
There’s a problem with church’s steeple clock
Is it caused by a loose cog or jammed sprock?
OK, I’ll go before in my mouth you shove a sock!
Sorry… I couldn’t resist! This is the comment I posted on Ailsa’s weekly challenge. Time? The Pink Floyd song off Dark Side Of the Moon springs to mind…
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.
But what should I post? Not an idea came into my head. Until home time! Home time after the obligatory Friday evening sup or two of some red stuff. Home time… at the station platform. The camera popped out of the bag after a mad moment of wind-blown inspiration.
Look-see the time’s given for the arrival of the next two trains. No… it’s not the same train calling at two different locations… er, stations. No, it’s not the times for diffident platforms… those two trains will be coming in piggyback if that display is to be believed. If my train is on top how would I get in? If my train is doing the piggybacking how will the folks wanting to get off manage? Will we have to assist and catch them when they jump? Question time? Quandary time!
Then… look at the display a few minutes later. What’s happened to my Maynooth train? Has it lashed by incognito? It’s all a mystery to me? Time, however, flies when you’re having fun so maybe my train flew by in the secret as well? Who knows? I don’t have the foggiest idea and it seem nor does Irish Rail! New meaning to the concept of time zones? Testing times? Only TIME will tell…