Three minutes slow
Over the last month or so, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to return to Josselin for the day.
I’ve got clients there and have also had to visit Helga’s House of Pain (as the abattoir where I used to work is commonly known!), to sort out my redundancy stuff.
The Green Beastie (my car), and I have been clocking up the miles (or, should that be… kilometers) and, so far, we not managed to kill anyone. Give it time?
One of the things that I’ve noticed about Josselin is that the Church Clock is always three minutes slow.
