After wandering around my local household waste recycling centre, I found two damaged clocks. One of them had a bent hour hand pointing aloft and a minute hand stuck at “two”, and the other only had a minute hand which was pointing to “nine”. I sat in that waste disposal site for a good twenty-four hours staring at my wristwatch, comparing it to the two broken clocks and never did my working watch read “ten past sky” or “quarter to nothing”. Another proverb disproved!