That’s right. After six very long months of waiting on an ironically unpunctual clock repair store, I can finally FINALLY use the pun I’ve been hanging onto for approximately five months, 29 days.
Well, it was all disassembled, cleaned up, reassembled and now fully functional (despite a couple of cosmetic issues that occurred because apparently German plastic clocks were not built to break, and therefor not built to be easily serviced and repaired.) Even the bells for the alarm work.
Isn’t it cuuuute?