It's restful sitting in Tom's cosy den, talking quietly and sipping a glass of his Madeira.
I was there one Sunday and we had the usual business of his clock. When the radio gave the time at the hour, the Ormolu antique was exactly 3 minutes slow.
"It loses 7 minutes every hour", my old friend told me, as he had done so many times before. "No more and no less, but I've gotten used to it that way."
When I spent a second evening with him later that same month, I remarked on the fact that the clock was dead right by radio time at the hour. It was rather late in the evening, but Tom assured me that his treasure had not been adjusted nor fixed since my last visit.
What day of the week was the second visit?
From "Mathematical Diversions" by Hunter + Madachy