Over the past few months, I’ve acquired two new trivial issues to mill over. One of those issues is the growing lack of space in my Ikea wardrobe due to my now obsessive need to buy every ridiculous garment of clothing I can find. The other issue-one which is possibly more frustrating than the first, despite my love for terrible knits and wonderfully bad denim jackets- is my inability to find the time to mill over trivial issues.

I still haven’t found the mental or creative energy to be semi-productive (or anti-productive which seems to be the case with most things I do), and finding a quirk worth writing about is becoming a hard case… So much so, that I refused to take my bus home today until I found something neat. 

A charming cloud, a funny looking puddle, an interesting conversation that I shouldn’t have picked up on - I found none of these. Not even a piece of Styrofoam shaped like Ant, or Dec for that matter. I had almost given up on finding something interesting to write about.

Until I came across this watch.

A watch so excellent, that it pretty much writes for itself.