We went on like that for a while. Mary tidying, me setting clocks, Robert staring. In shock, I thought, but it was he who broke the silence.
“What are you doing, Dad?” he asked, “You're setting the clocks to different times.”
“I don't know what time it is,” I confessed, laughing at myself.
“Then why are you doing it?”
“It's something to do.”
“It's something to do.”
“Why don't you ring the speaking clock?” piped in Mary.
“No need, if we're back in the land of sanity, my phone'll tell us.”
Looking at his phone, Robert gasped.
