My commute

Todays cycle to work was something from a literary classic.  I stopped to have tea with my mother, who is staying at my brothers house, and then continued on my way to work in no hurry and yet with no impediment. I imagined, and it wasnt hard to do, that I was cycling a century ago and instead of an IceBreaker t-shirt I was wearing tweed.  I felt sympathy for those driving their cars this morning.