My Husband Is My Own Lovely Little Clever Clogs
He took apart a clock that wouldn’t cuckoo. He removed and fiddled and jiggled with each piece until he figured out the problem. And now it cuckoos.
He did the same at my Grandma’s in London last year. She said that clock hadn’t chimed since my Grandpa’s pottering dementia days.
He says he just has lucky hands.
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