To pass the time, let me tell you a story. My parents got a real (massive) cuckoo clock in Austria after the second world war. After 30 years of trusty service, it broke and they took it to a repair shop. They never heard back from the shop for a year and then another. When they finally inquired they were told it would be worked on soon. Another year went by and then after a while longer they were told there had been a bad fire at the shop and a concrete block had fallen directly into the clock, crushing the wooden works and gears. My dad always said he should have pursued the non-return of the clock with more vigor. I said, as in the present case, it wasn't his fault, but I learned something. Then, amazingly, the shop owner rebuilt first the building and then the clock with all new wooden gears and so on. It is now sitting on my wall telling time another 40 years later. That story ended happily and I hope this one might also.