RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CV, Issue 30948, 4 January 1966, Page 18

RANDOM REMINDER

LAPSE

If this report bears a strong resemblance to one which appeared in this column early last year, the coincidence is deliberate, because when it is all said and done, it may make a point The first one about this story is that it is true. In Christchurch there is a man who liked to live as well as he possibly could, and who therefore, one Sunday, decided to indulge in the delightful Victorian habit of an afternoon nap. What with one thing and another, he went out like a

light; when he woke from a deep and refreshing sleep, he looked at his watch, and saw it was eight o'clock. Out of bed he rushed, in a hurry, to get ready for work. Straight into the shower, out to the kitchen where one of his fellow lodgers was obviously enjoying the business of cooking his breakfast, and our hero followed his usual custom of going down to the corner shop for his paper. It was shut. This was irritating. because the shop keeper always opened promptly at eight. On his

return the man complained bitterly about the unrealiability of shop keepers to his colleague, who stared at him in a distinctly bewildered fashion. ’ Yes. that’s right—it was still Sunday, and eight in the evening. And the point all this is supposed to make? There isn’t one really. It’s just a surreptitious little plug for the people who make the watches which tell you the time and the date and the month and what quarter the moon is in and whether or not it is low tide in Launceston.