the cat scratching itself rythmically in the bed near my head.really gets on my nerves. stroke it. purrs.out of bed. Alarm
.the cat again, howled after the turnoff of the alarm for the doctor saying the man is sick. so the ill man gets up searches the fridge finds the tin takes off the plastic lid and feeds the cat. not a fat cat. off to loo.go back to bed. sleep. wakened later, feeling better. no work today, tinny tussy takes time to test the temples. Quiet now, hissy-hussy silly tussi.
awake at nine thirty take the tablet drink the coffee. this will be another day
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