4.11. 20/3
Faint sleep on account of a quality quantity of quality local beer. Questions as to the wisdom of evening beverage consumption come to mind. The quantity, pleasant last night, is disturbing to- day. Sew b it. The regular weekday awakening, followed by the realization that I need to change my tyres today, thus can sleep on. Sleep on till six dirty. Family rises, so off to the Bialetti. Fill it with Illy's coffee, and wish the son good morning. He looks barely conscious. But he smiles to see his father on a weekday morning. sit at table and drink that coffee. Splendid. Better than penny s.. Son to school, wife to bed, I leave the house. Mat the neighbours on the way to the distant parking site. Chat. All the little girls the neighbour has, and his wife brings them all to school. Long walk, find car. Two similar cars there. Same type, size and colour. Clone ? No. Number plates odd. Ok. The one comes from a different town. Not mine.
Joe Docs church in the background, Drive back home down those tiny streets. At this time there are so many workgoers with long faces and short tempers. Need for care.
Home again, lights off go in, get two tyres.
Place behind car.
go in, get the other two tyres.
Place them behing the car too.
Push seat forward. open boot, winter tyres loaded. Close doors, drive away.
Back to those mournful morning drivers. Sleepy dopes.
The first tyre shop says come back next week.
The next says two hours.
So what.
So wait.
Blog the time
away
Faint sleep on account of a quality quantity of quality local beer. Questions as to the wisdom of evening beverage consumption come to mind. The quantity, pleasant last night, is disturbing to- day. Sew b it. The regular weekday awakening, followed by the realization that I need to change my tyres today, thus can sleep on. Sleep on till six dirty. Family rises, so off to the Bialetti. Fill it with Illy's coffee, and wish the son good morning. He looks barely conscious. But he smiles to see his father on a weekday morning. sit at table and drink that coffee. Splendid. Better than penny s.. Son to school, wife to bed, I leave the house. Mat the neighbours on the way to the distant parking site. Chat. All the little girls the neighbour has, and his wife brings them all to school. Long walk, find car. Two similar cars there. Same type, size and colour. Clone ? No. Number plates odd. Ok. The one comes from a different town. Not mine.
Joe Docs church in the background, Drive back home down those tiny streets. At this time there are so many workgoers with long faces and short tempers. Need for care.
Home again, lights off go in, get two tyres.
Place behind car.
go in, get the other two tyres.
Place them behing the car too.
Push seat forward. open boot, winter tyres loaded. Close doors, drive away.
Back to those mournful morning drivers. Sleepy dopes.
The first tyre shop says come back next week.
The next says two hours.
So what.
So wait.
Blog the time
away
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