S'cuse the finger marks. This clock, which I think I showed readers ages ago, was a wedding present to my grandparents, so it is quite old. It still works but a long ago we let the chime run down as it disturbed our sleep. The hole on the left is for winding the chime, the one on the right for clock mechanism.
It last chimed sometimes in the mid nineteen eighties, so we were much surprised the other night when it started chiming. Six gongs and then half an hour later a single gong, another single one in another half an hour and then it returned to silence. For a moment I thought perhaps I had wound the wrong side, but I didn't.
While I hadn't published the post about sleeping with my grandmother, it was already written. As I am an extreme rationalist, I don't see it as a sign from Grandma, but it is rather spooky. I put it down to a change of weather affecting the spring mechanism.