Horrorlogical wibbly wobbly timey-wimey stuff

In a previous post I acknowledged that the timekeepers in my life are somewhat erratic. At family dinner on Sunday night my Hobart brother reminded me of this fact by pointing out the rather divergent set of times recorded by the chronometers in the kitchen and living area. My two minute dash around the upstairs collection of horological devices with a camera this morning revealed the full extent of the problem. I haven’t proved that they could all be different simultaneously; on every occasion that I have checked at least two of them have recorded the same time. Two of them are deliberately set to be about 5 minutes fast, but the rest manage to get a bit out of whack of their own accord.

I’m not sure, however, that this explains why sometimes I don’t know what day it is.