I have a memory from when I was a child, of being in the supermarket with my mum and – it was when I was learning to tell the time – my mum asked me what the time was. I was wearing my brand new watch (probably He-Man-related in some way) and I was eating sweets. Smarties, to be precise.
â€˜What time is it, James?â€™, she asked.
I excitedly threw my wrist over and announced to all and sundry, â€˜HALF PAST THREE!â€™, the sound that followed was like hailstones as, with near-perfect comedy timing, my Smarties tumbled out of their tube, all over the shop floor.
Now I have a Pebble watch and, instead of my mum asking me to look at my watch, the pebble itself asks me. Its little vibrations subtly nudging you that thereâ€™s something new to see. Over the past two days this has happened frequently whilst drinking coffee.
Every time I go to look, I stop.
Every time I stop, I remember the Smarties.
And every time I remember the Smarties, I think â€˜One day, Whatley. One day itâ€™ll get youâ€™.
More to come, soon.
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