When Jack Tomlinson finished work on that Thursday evening he walked home knowing he had one single days work left in him. On Friday 17th December Jack was finished work for good. Fifty-five years he'd given over to the docks. Fifty five years of his seventy year old life and never once been late. This was a record that hadn't passed the attention of the owners of the shipyard. Jack would be missed. His face …showed first 75 words of 889 total…

…showed last 75 words of 889 total…him goodbye and shambled along toward the Harbour gates. Mr. Simpson junior was still smiling as he made his way to the Harbour in the afternoon in his smart new lorry carrying the beautiful old Grandfather clock. It had been removed from the shop at the request of the Harbour Authority Board. Mr Simpson junior knew it was going to a good home. Time, in the end, is only what we agree it should be.