Well, that's a first

So here I am, stuck in the house again, waiting for a package again (and we know I do not do this with grace or charm), and I was standing at the window watching the traffic because of course we know that makes the delivery-van come quicker; and I saw a man go by on a bike, and I thought there was something odd about it. But still had to look twice and count on my fingers a little before I was clear what the oddness was.

It was a tandem, but he was alone; there was an empty saddle behind him, with empty pedals going round and round.

Which I'm sure must happen often in the life of a tandem, but I've never seen it before. Which is probably not surprising, given how few tandems one does see, but still'n'all and nevertheless. That's something new today. And something learned: the unpumped pedals still go round, regardless. I suppose they'd have to, unless there was a device to disconnect them from the chain. I'd just never considered the matter heretofore. See? Looking out of windows. Good thing. Stuff occurs. He might have passed by all unwatched, which would have been such a pity...

In wetter news:

Well, I dunno. I come in from a thunderstorm - having walked all the way home in it, mark you - sodden to the skinnishness, and are the boys concerned? At all? No, they are not. Their only concern is the lateness of their tea. Which is measurable as one hour. And ten minutes, but they can't count as high as ten.

Bah. *is drippily unloved*

On the other hand, I have written a thousand words and checked 120 pages of the copy-edit, which is no bad working day. Also, I have made a phone-call. I did the same yesterday, which makes about ten minutes of telephone-time over the two days, and you wouldn't believe how much my arm was aching when I hung up. This is not normal, I think? Even for Chaz, who proverbially Does Not Telephone?

Still, it's just confirmation, really. Why one should not telephone. Which is always good to have.