having slept badly at night, and due attention had been given to the alarm clock, the cat, the shower and the cupboard a cup of coffee appeared sensible today being a day on which the car is to be taken to work, in order to collect the repaired Korg for sons piano practice from the electronics repair man.
This cup of coffee having been made in the big Bialetti coffee italien typ aluminium on-stove espresso machine it was poured into a cup to be drunk black as the heart of its maker, sitting alone at the breakfast table in the near dark considering the lights from the street and thinking about the struggling superiors at work.
Self important idiots.
Swollen brains barely fitting in their cranial cavities camouflaging their small-minded stupidity.
But they pay. So let them be.
Drink the coffee, think of other things.
Thin tinny tussy for example, she is back as a steady whistle in the right hand ear.
another nuisance.
The street has piles of yellow bags in front of every entrance, and a man in a bright orange overall is rearranging them all, ready for collection.
The car is blue, and dawn has broken.
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