one year.second day in first week in year two

Dark morning, rainclouds. Happy sounding splashing raindrops in the yard. Light on, clock off.
Shower. No soap? Takeone from the washstand. Tooth, and comb, socks and stint. One bell on
leaving the shower, two bells on leaving the house.
The rain is pouring down, like cats and dogs.

Empty streets, full brown river. Good morning. Speeding emergency doctor, all blue lghts and klaxons. 

Wait. 

Drip and splatter

Bus driver, hello.

The emergency doctor and the ambulance cars are parked in front of the station. It's crew are all in the waiting room drinking coffee and talking.

Men with red trousers wearing red crosses on their shirts.

Anastasia stands in her cafe, behind the-ccounter sunk in thought. There is no hurry. The other girl is dealing with a customer:

So wait.
she turns, smiles her beatiful and cheery smile and asks whether a coffee is required?

The day has been saved, the rain is not a problem any more.

The hedgehog is not there today, only his cronies. The mosaic maker comes late, complaining of the wet and the discomfort of bicycles in the rain

The red cross people are still there, enjoying their drinks.

in the station, on the platform. A group of young people sitting on the ground drinking 'lemonade.

Yen, there are fewer seats in stations these days. There used to be park benches on the platform, now
people sit on the ground...

.In the train,  sit beside a sleeping man, full of snores and farts. Just bearable.

At Mowbury. a noisy, loud complaining woman boards the train. She has a whining voice, as if the world is making her sufferer, with' the rain and the uncomfortable train. Top, yup iyappity,yap yap yup. And snigger.

See the neighbours paper.

There are now five hundred dead in gaza.

Seems disproportionate...

N ever take sides. The whole story is not for everybody to understand.

Y uppity yup. Complain about the postman now.

Monologue.