Home again Are you sitting comfortably? Let me tell you the story of my Mondaine wristwatch. It was give to me fifteen years ago by my immediate family. It suited me from the first second it ticked. A simple, easily-read face with no distractions like a date dial or the time in Tokyo. An elegant, unfussy watch that tells the time accurately. Every two years its battery runs out and I need to have a new one put in by someone who knows what they are doing. For the past ten years, I have gone to a jeweller's shop down the road from us at Hunter's Bar and in all that time nobody else has interfered with the watch. Normally it's a half hour job. I drop the watch off, toddle off for a drink or some lunch and then pick it up a bit later - job done . At the start of July, this summer gone, the watch had stopped ticking again so I went to the jewellers and as usual I was asked to come back in half an hour. However, when I returned, the friendly middle-aged woman who was doing ...