Tempus fugit. Or something.

The reinventors ran away for the weekend to celebrate the practical one's birthday.  As well as drinking fabulously obscure wines in achingly cool bars - one of which was the brainchild of a Masterchef competitor - they found a treasure for Marmalade Cottage.

It has always been the plan to have small collections about the house - there are a number of cookbooks dating back to the era the house was built.

And now there's this:

Which is the beginning of what is going to be a completely nutty display.

There is the Dali clock.

 

There's the movie bomb clock.

The 1930s kitchen clock which doesn't get wound up on account of its absurdly loud tick.

 

They've been joined by the ABC test pattern clock.

And for luck, a portrait of Audrey Hepburn on a record.

That's a nail sticking out of her mouth.  As well as the cigarette holder.