day 30 sept 2014.
the sleep that came at last was torn apart by the beeping sound of the alarm.
OFF 1. Rest four minutes, light on.
BLINDING.
Bathroom and shower, dry and wash teeth. Find clothing. Dress. Wife is up, up and about. Early: Find watch and glasses, get paper for work , take the tablet and lights out
down the street, almost through the town before you have realised it.
Still asleep, but functioning.
Against the street light the early morning woman with her unkempt hair and an oversized anorak she wears like a hooded cloak is looking like a witch in silhouette, with her flat practical sloes and her bag. At the stop, in less spectacular lighting; it becomes visible as a leopardskin patterned print. The coat is new. The bus driver gets the last bits of small change, exactly one euro ten.
There is a huge delivery truth parked in front of the main railway entrance, unloading over the steps. Delivery for the shops in the small station mall.
confusion in the cafe, a new girl is trying to serve four customers at once. Stress for her, confusicn for all the others.
Hedgehog and Moustachio! are all alone Today. No brown haired blue coated woman, and no long- haired handbag girl either.
Boarding the train is that long haired short sleeved smoker,. He has given up the square these last days, maybe he has given up smoking.
The amount of care and attention involved in making oneself presentable is evinced by a girl in the train.
pink running shoes, black trousers, pink
sports jacket to match, chiffon scarf,
lipstick matching-pink and jet black hair.
That was work.
She has a black schoolbag with a pink binder showing out of it as well.
A bichromular person
-"Maesbury, leave on the right when facing in the
- direction of the trains travel..."
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