v29 th august 2014
Urge to go, dark outside, no alarm. Tinkle in the bathroom, tinkle pintle.
look at the bad clock.. Ten to five. Lie down, dark. Minutes are small, but they are worth having.
Post alarm, bathroom again, shave as the water is warming. Shower, hairwash, dry and brush.
Five minutes.
Tired. Clothes. goes. Collect those papers.
Two bells, Saint Martins. Half past.
Walk down the street. See little, all is dark but for the lamps. Further into the town the farmers market is being set up There is a smell of Those German sausages frying,and a sharp, nauseous smell of that mustard sauce, the kind that they like here. See a group attired (cleaner, maybe?] on their way
to work at the bus stop.
It is still dark, and will be until next year in spring.
A cette heuer!. Quelle horreur ! Cinq sunk
The bus driver does his works, and delivers the station. There is no smoker, the square is leer, empty, vide.
The smoker is inside the station. He has smoked already. Butter brazen disaster, butter spatter everywhere. Do they care? Hedgehog is friendly today.
on the way to the train there is a girl wearing black woollen gloves. It is not that cold!
A young family leaving for their holidays. Very worried. Little girl with Heidi plaits excited.
The train leaves into the growing dawn, headed for Maesbury. Then country is 'now lit by a soft light, reflection of the suns rays in the sky, diffusion in the atmosphere.
"The last construction day in Musbury. The train waits in the station, waits for twenty minutes until the tracks are free..
Cargo train, wagons with gravel hoppers. For the sleepers to rest on.... An announcement explains the delay. The man with the golden mobile nits down and consults his phone, reading his short text messages..
There is no end in sight, No end to this daily tangle, antagonism; varies muttering in the background, repeating Themselves, explaining themselves and others, explaining, complaining, moaning, ...ing, ....ing,
Silence in golden, speech is silver.
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