26.6.2014
- greenish grey today. Dawn lighting, the day will shorten now past summer, autumn and winter. The birds, singing in the morning, and these hops thriving. Backaches and tinnitus, no enthusiasm for the day.
Leave for work, a fine morning, weatherwise. The pigeons, maybe twenty, feeding off the roads, these streets now deserted. All of the baker's bakers lorries are late today, maybe They were all watching football yesterday, live from Brasil! The bus stop is deserted, but the good morning lady arrives with a suitcase, she will be off into the weekend today. She must have a very ordered life..
The morning runner, all in black, runs down the road looking like a fence pole with legs, erect with his hands at his sides and tiny movements of his feet. He has shaved his head 'on both rides, having a strip of hair in the middle. He is slow, though he does this every day.
Yormas, as always, coffee. The girls are new, and very full of themselves. Very, indeed. Television shows the world cup, without round.. Aktherenagacious, no, all those sagacious comments. Lost.
A scraping round of dragged furniture heralds the arrival of the black coloured long-haired girl with the handbag. She drags the stool over the tiles, producing this noise of scraping, then to nit down on the steel stool herself with her handbag on her knees.
chatter, chatter,-
The man who is always sitting there has a fresh haircut. He looks a bit like a hedgehog from a child's book, with his polished pink face and his white bristles ->
It is a slow morning today..
Slow, tired and hot,
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