When I awoke yesterday
morning my bedside radio alarm clock indicated it was 14:15, which seemed quite
a lie-in even for a bank holiday and, worse, gave the date as 18 May 2004,
which meant I had not yet retired and was back at work tomorrow, however my fears
were allayed when I looked out of the window and saw the 2016 registered mini
parked next door; by lunchtime it had automatically corrected but again this
morning it had gone awry, showing 17:46 in the year 0000, providing a rare
opportunity to fly to Bethlehem to witness an historic birth – except of course
aeroplanes weren’t yet invented nor, for that matter, digital clocks.
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