This weekend we awoke and someone had the idea that apartment 505 needed a change, something different, an addition, something to scare the living crap out of the kittens. Well in all honesty, they aren't scared of it, but twice an hour they get all, well, all curious. See Saturday we decided to go shopping in Malmö. Sweden is as close as Copenhagen and once you factor in the return tickets and the exchange rates, it works out almost, maybe a smidgen cheaper. So off we went, Beate saw a cuckoo clock last time we were over and so that was the goal. Low and behold, the shop still had them, unfortunately not in red, but then I am sure I am destined to live in a monochrome apartment for the rest of time, but I digress. So we go a black one. A black cuckoo clock, with a yellow bird and so the adventures begin.
Did you know that the cuckoo doesn't give two shits what the hands say? That no matter what you do, the little bird decides when the hour is to be chimed and when the little bag-pipey-thingies are to be compressed and thus the world famous cuc-koo can be heard. So what does one do? Apartment 505 found out, you wait for him to sing, then you stop the clock and wait until time catches up to the little yellow bird and then you start the clock again and wait for the next chirp and see if you did good. We did that. We waited til 7 o'clock and then we started him again. only to notice that an hour later he was 2 minutes slow.
Two minutes slow! Well how do you solve that? You wait until 7 o'clock in the morning, by which time is is 20 minutes slow, and you stop him again. See you now have to adjust the pendulum, so it swings faster. Lower is slower, so we stopped the clock and then 2 hours ago, after moving the weight up a fraction, we started Ralph again.
It is now three minutes past and he just sang nine times... guess it's not going to be ticking between 7am and 7pm tomorrow again...
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