at five, up, check that the alarm clock is not on? The body and the mind have got used to it, they have no concept of a weekend. The little helper last night-
helped.
Good old Zolpi!
It is light and the rain is pouring down.
Seven fifty nine, coffee on the make. Son up and active, running around in high spirits.
Coffee for the wife, made by husband, poured and to be delivered by the son.
The buskers festival in town will have a rough day of it, if the rain continues.
Ooh thank you from the bedroom.
Sunday
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