inelegant last sunday in November

Grey november skies are inviting pull make remaining in bed inviding. Young man takes the short cut through the bedroom to the bathroom. Tinkle flush wash return, complains of dizziness and cold. A start to the christmas season, first advent, season of goodwill. A bad omen in the time of good will to all of man.

Sits on the sofa staring at the television showing sentimental rubbish about the beauty of old fogeys and their grandchildren taking relaxed walks on the shore of bavarian lakes in summer after protracted breakfast on hotel patios over the water of these lakes with paddle steamers paddle steaming over the sparkling morning-sun illuminated surface delivering early morning postmen wheeling antiquated bicycles with their post bags- cut to the commentator saying this blue landscape always fascinates him.
the stupid asine logorohoic git. Quasselsuechtiger Eselhaftiger Volltrottel.

You think wildos humour is not up to the mark?
It is in miserable order.

Everyone coughing hawking, no spitting yet.
And they show pictures of half-dead fully demented pensioners enjoying the eve of their lives in the overpriced summery environment of the bavarian lakes near Munich.

Why get wound up.
Bring the bialetti to the balcony, put the old grounds into the waste bin, return, pour out the sons peppermint tea, give it to him, that asine show was too much for even him, put the bialetti together and turn on the gas flame.

Headwhistle joins gas hiss.

misery

saturday,end of November, 2014

stand up got bathroom, still dark, brush teeth, five am,
estupido
saturday, home day, day of no profitable work for any employer,
but the family, they don't pay, but are the only matter worth that.

later, son rushes through to bathroom,
same story.
jumps into parents bed on the way back
cuddles
warms up, it is cold and the fire is not on.

Wife complains, she needs her sleep, says she.

Get up get dressed, go to kitchen, admire mess of yesterday.
ugh.
Unscrew coffee maker, bialetti brand, grind coffee,
fill the machine, tighten it up, turn on the gas,

let it steam,
hissing sounds, gas burning,
let it steam
When the time comes she will start to bubble,
black brew pouring into the mug,
let it steam
hissing souds gas burning
let it steam.

think of the long time you can live on a dead beetle.

Find the computer
join the son at the table
him doing homework, wildo blogging

day five week nineteen two thousand and fourteen

'Not a thing 'of enjoyment, a sounding alarm dock, beeping, creates panic. Shut it up before it wakes the house, the neighbours. Wrong button, it will start again in five minutes. Take it to the bathroom, to the shower. It rings again, step out , silence it. Find clothes, get dressed leave for the street, dry cold morning, go past the blue building site tarpaulins. The market stands are being set up for the mornings market. Long trucks, sausage salesmen, fish people from Bremen, local mulled wine makers. The Christmas season has begun. Plastic bicycle tail light lying on the cobbles where it must have fallen after being shaken loose by the vibrations.

A man hurries past carrying a suitcase, on a nervous look on his face as he makes progress up the road. He is wearing a tan raincoat and is carrying, not wheeling, an old-fashioned. suitcase of the name colour.. Short haired man.

        shop people pass in the other direction, heading for town, for their employment. Todays bus driver has fair hair down to her shoulders, is efficient, and drives well fast and gently, all the way to the Station, Stadtpark, 'Hofangerweg, all the five stations the bus passes announced  by prerecorded message on the loud speakers.

Pigtailed smoker gesticulates wildly in an animated conversation with that colourful woman, both smoking in front of the station. As always, just-outside the designated smoking area. These are rebellious people, non-conformists. Well, maybe half-non-conformists. Anastasia has her hair undone today, unsmiling team leader, directing her shaven-headed colleague around, he seems still to be in training. She is faster that he is, he is straining to keep up and to do everything correctly. She has her hair in a ponytail today.

Today is a discount stamp day, all the stamps are on the card. No paying money. Goody.

¡Moustachio! and Hedgehog, longhaired blackbag girl and mosaic maker all there, all talking, chats and jokes.

Italien gent at the table tears open his bag and eats his croissant in a gobbling fashion, head lowered over the table, spraying crumbs.

The Rosenheim train comes in .

Platform No.6 is full of fridays travellers.

On the train: One man writing notes in blue ink.

A man hurries past carrying a suitcase, on a nervous look on his face as he makes progress up the road. He is wearing a tan raincoat and is carrying, not wheeling, an old-fashioned. suitcase of the name colour.. Short haired man.

Sweating

He must have walked those two kilometers from the bus stop to the railway station.

day four week nineteen two thousand and fourteen

  27 Nov. 20/4

        Alarm, tablets,. water-

        bathroom, shower, teeth

       find socks, shoes and pants,

        check the bag,  pockets,

        watch has no function, leave it.

        down the stairs, into the street g 'down the lane.

        Dolores ahead, walking slowly, dragging herself along, almost.

        guitar 'morgen, gutew Morgen, bus stop greetings:

        Man passes, talking to his colleague, good warning.

Guten morgen

        The bus arrives, Dolores on first.

        Bus driver cannot count. It is early,

        Pigtail smoker at the station. 'n Morgen. Morgan Shaved headed service at the cafe, is faster, than last week.

        The blond service woman at yormas is making her daily jokes with !mouotaehio, Hedgehog sits and looks. The longhaired black bagged girli  makes scraping noise as she drags a stool across the floor. There is the mosaic maker iv, up bright and early, in her working outfit. Jokes all round, humour .

        'Leave for the train as the small train from Rosenheim

- rolls in , seeming to puff and blow, almost, maybe because of its unusual diesel-engine noise...

        Down the stairs, along the corridor, up the stairs to the platform just as the train for Munich comes in.-

        Find a seat, see familiar faces, no knowing who they really are behind their books and knitting, mobile telephones, tablet computers, laptop computers, electronic books, newspapers.

        Some are just sleeping, the attendant passes by and he

- look at all The Tickets.

After the illuminated chemical plant has passed by the windows in a glare of high-wattage white light, the train moves into Moosbury station and stops. People come on board, reeking of perfume, aftershave, cigarette smoke, bags full of fruit, papers.

        All on their way to Facing, where the local train waits., ready to take people on the last part of their journey. Or the part before last. In the usually filthy littley station in Neufahm there will be a bus.The last half hour of public transport.

        Until this evening, just the mornings journey in reverse.

        The days work will be the usual mingling of incompetence and boredom.

        No great chances.to he missed... 

day three week nineteen two thousand and fourteen

26.Nov 20/4.

        awakening uneventfully, find a pill in the dark, tastes strange, more bitter. New pill, new taste.

        Shower shave, teeth and all. All the clocks show different tines today.

        Yellow bay day today. Recyclable rubbish in yellow bags in the lane, to be collected by people in orange overalls. The bakers truck, Mareis, unloading at the bakery, standing at right angles to the houses, blocking the street.

        Dolores, alert,silent, today a quiet good morning. She has, a black knit cap on today .

        Dark and cold, today, the bus seems to arrive more suddenly than usual, the driver, a morose man who  has difficulties with his ticket machine and does not appear to be able to count the change. The station seems almost the next stop, glow of many lights behind dosed eyelids...

        The pig-tailed smoker standing at the yellow square painted around the ash container. 

Good Morning. Mo gen.

Brightly-lit Railway-station-foyer, people standing about, huge screens showing moving pictures. Timetables and stationers, bakers and cafes... Yormn's, Anastasia with plaited hair today, hair in plaits. Coffee as always, fast as always. The colourful woman, dose cropped red hair, silly tattoos, is putting spoonfuls of sugar in her coffee chocolate drink.

        Hedgehog, moustachio, and the other man are at their usual place under the television. Clowning with that other waitress, who is doing her work preparing sandwiches for the mornings rush. Anastasia points out a fault. The big woman does not like being corrected by a small young team leader, and to make matters worse M+H commence making fun of the situation.

        leave for the train reset the watch. It is five fifty nine, in twenty - five minutes the train will be in Freisin, in one and a quarter hours the bus  will be in Garching. 

day two week nineteen two thousand and fourteen

25. Nov. 2014

        At three, a sudden panic. Check the dock, see that it is three, go back to sleep. At five, get up, get dressed brush hair wash teeth. Forget to take the daily tablet. Trying to net up

the dei@ywlem.it does not work. Probably hacked in the night, who knows?

        Turn off the lights, look the door. Dolores is not

at the bus today, today that chatty bus driver. He is trying to be funny, or friendly, or both....

        Railway station in the dark, a confusion of bicycles. on and around the cycle stands, blocking the way, waiting for their owners to return in the evening,. Anastasia in her element fast friendly,. salmon sandwich special for the woman with the red dyed hair no problem, coffee yes of course and thank you... Her grouchy sidekick makes the sandwich, sort of spoils the effect.

by being rather dour and windy.

        Hedgehog and moustache, chatting, laughing at their table. Make salacious comments about th slow waitress. She implies that she would show them her middle finger, but for the fact that she was a decent woman 

        Down the steps, to the underpass, up the steps to the platform. The knees and the hips hurt in the cold, a warning of bad times coming.

        Them. electronic notice boards, warning of a train that will be late due to a construction site on the railway at Eggmuhl. Repair nooks.

        TD epresseet-waitng 'people waiting for the mornings journey to work to be over, sitting, reading, acting working chatting.

        The six-oh-eight to Munich. A regional express from Passau.

        Every day of the week.

day one week nineteen two thousand and fourteen

End of dreams, muffled beep. The clock under a sock. Remove sock, clock off, doze.

Dream.

Two minutes tater, awaken, take the sleeping clothes, bathroom, shower.

The shower head bursts, silly flimsy cheap plastic construcktion, goes well when bought, then it just dies, and breaks. Sprays ice cold water all over the bathroom in its first spasm to release the built-up pressure, before turning into an incompetent dribble.

Clean body mash hair, brush teeth, too la too, Find clothes, gather the money for the fare. Son up, urgent desire,need for the bathroom facilities, still half asleep, says goodnight. Back to bed, back to sleep, two hours more. Downstairs, out into the church lane hurry on see nothing. Past the church, see Grimm store with bicycles in front of it. A single lamp lights the shop's sign. Down past the town gates, car runs up from the rear, swerves. Fast security person, fall of the importance of his job,

good Morning. Dolores; her accent could be eastern European, maybe Balkan. She drags herself to the bus, pays the driver. She only goes to Hofackerweg one stop earlier than the railway station.

Ländtorplatz, Christ us Kirche, Stadt park, Hofaeherweg Hauptbahnhof. The daily   run early in the morning with themunicipal bus service.

Anastasia, neat, fast efficient, puts on the coffee forgets nobody. Des Werden Der Jurgen hotwireleiterin.

        There is a broken beer bottle won the ground, and on t drain, in the underpass. A late last night, celebration, a party perhaps. The beer has gone down the drain, the battle broken bottle bits did not .

      By the time this has been written, Moosbug is past, and Freising is nearing... Monday proceedings, the weeks is starting its trot...

        A shy head whistle, then the train rounds its horn. Slows down, speeds up, on it's way. Two things that have nothing to do with one another.

cold grey sunday

wake, light from window grey and dull. Sounds of sleep, of clocks, Wheeze and ear whistle, chest pains, immobilise, make lazy.
later, eight, iterate.

son up, joue avec l'ordinateur
minecraft.
ugh who would understand?
in his sleeping clothes, amid his schoolbooks
fantasising in a world of blocks,
"grau ist alle theorie,
und grün des lebens goldener Baum"
so much for the memorising of things read
scratch the head and go back to
bed.
Dead tired.
No sense in forcing form upon a shapeless day

saturday, 70th week

Son rushes through the parents bedroom.
Shortcut.
In a hurry to the bathroom.
Returns
dives into the parents bed.
cuddles, warms up.
It is colder again today, and he has been up.
Dealing with his homework.
Translating his latin, this is an exercise.

Falls asleep.

Getup,
tooda loo.
Back to bed,
wife drinking cold coffee
son gone to computer.
Rest a while more.
Admire sons chaotic heap of plastic building kits in the sitting room.
Interspersed with schoolbooks

Him sitting at the computer again.

Make coffee, good for a start

day five week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

sudden pressure in the night dictates, get up toodaloo, dont wait.
tinkle hear five bells- That late?

back to bedroom switche of that alarm.
The wife has done that already. She says so.
Disgruntled.
Lie down, think, car day today, five minutes more okay.
Get up,  shower head lime choked, broke.
Wash hair dry face towel damp ugh.
Fresh towel hair dry back wet so what?

bedroom get dressed, new socks, shirt pants.
Leave the old trousers on, work today
Drink cold coffee, recharge the bialetti,
with fresh ground grains and water,

A nice cup of brown black brew,
and a slice of bread butter cheese.
carbohydrated morning news.


Find glasses leave the house, find blue car
drive, turn on the radio, take a short cut-
up a one way street the wrong way.

day four week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

20.11.2014

Choking sleep, sleep no sleep, no refreshment. Some need the window open, some like it cold.

Up again, fresh clothes. Find jacket, somehow the time goes. Two martins bells, time to go. The little Ato keeps time perfectly .Free paper, on the doorstep, wet now. Maybe a passing dog, maybe the rain. Not a soul around, just a shadow turning the corner, hurrying. Cars speeding past The bus stop, anarchic. Dolores approaches out of the distance, slouch, leopard shin handbag, sloppy boots....

Wait.

                Bus comes in, today is the day of the garrulous driver, making jokes about the money, about the fares. Such humour: The sound of somebody else's headphones, listen to the squeak rattle and pop. It would drive you insane, mad, anything but half heard bits of music with the beats reduced to spits coming out of the wrong end of a pair of earphones. There but not there. Loud enough to be disturbing, too silent to listen to..

        The pigtailed smoker, left of the yellow square, gives a hearty ""Mawgan''. Do the same for him and stride on to the station, need a cup of coffee.

        There we have it!A huge headshaven bloke behind the counter, with.that capless eyeshade in yellow that the girls wear too. The man is wearing sports shoes, not boots. He is alone and slow, so he calls for help.

        A depressive gentleman in a like attire, just crumpled, comes around the corner. The whole man seems crumpled, like an insect fresh from its pupa. With a lethargic took he

        1)  takes his money

        2) gives a stamp

        3) puts on the coffee,

        4)  gives the change,

        5)  serves another

        6) places the coffee-on the-counter with a grunt. 

All done.

        Slow, and surly glances out of an unwashed face.

       ! Moustache ¡and Hedgehog, chatting away, under the television silently showing scenes from some incredibly brutal science fiction film. Hedgehog has his skullcap cap on-his head, over the crown of his head.

       ! Moustache ¡ is flirting with the slightly larger, talk- alive waitress, who has turned up late, and is trying to clean up the mess untouched hitherto by those two gentlemen, who are still getting in each others way serving customers..

        Leave for the platform, the train from Rosenheim is just coming in. Small train, diesel driven. That route has not been electrified. Coming up to the plaform on the granite steps, hear the Agidls  coming in fromt Ingolstadt,-punctual and gray.

        The six o eight to Munich is being announced, and it rushes along the platform two minutes

later.

a woman is knitting in the seat opposite. grey wool, large pattern.

She talks. You can talk whilst knitting.

It is more difficult when you write. Different occupations, different people.. 

day three week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

19.11.2014

lack of sleep followed by the inability to awaken properly.

Pills cure strange things, have more effects than originally calculated with.

All  an incalculable risk. Alarm clock off, go for a shower. Shower head bursts, it is filled with limescale... Loud bang. Find clothes, take the last pair of socks, down the stairs, out the door, raining, martins bells. A man in blue sports clothing comes down the lane.

        Dolores walking to the bus stop, woolly hat and a leopardskim bag.. She is perhaps older and seems to have problems walking... A businesslike man with a winter coat and a suitcase turns up as well, all waiting for the has

The bus comes in, the businesslike man strides ahead, to be first on board, alpha type leader, just germanic. Dolores next, wildo last. Why hurry, a half- empty bus that has to wait four minutes anyway.

The pigtailed smoker is in front of the station, chatting with that close cropped, brightly-dressed, no longer entirely young woman under the station porch.

Both smoking, both sheltering from the rain. He says morgen, gets the standard 'reply. Crowds at yvma's, where did they come from today? Anastasia, a tiny bit red-eyed today, serving fast, running the show again. Coffee only. A man is to be observed, just come in, - doing what looks like a clowns courtship dance as he orders his things. Perhaps he does not know what professional courtesy and friendliness are. Leave everyone to their dreams, back-slapping joviality at this hour of the morning is strange.

Hedgehog and Moustachtio, talking earnestly under a silent television showing identity two footballers falling foul of each other, painfully. The one writhes in pain, as the other reaches his hand in vain, in support. Red and white, chess pieces, tactics.

The black dressed,-black haired-handbag girl arrives with her ikckety-clack herds, drags a stool across the cafe, and perches with her' handbag on her knees . chats to Hedgehog and ¡moustachio !

Train Time, up the other stairs for a change. The Train is in; empty, almost.

The stations are all past, dreamlike.

Freising

day two week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

18 November 2014

Noises in the dark, ticking of docks, two forty six, check the time. Rest some hours more, constant waking... This leaves the body so exhausted at five that it is a major effort to get up Pills and shower, listen to the rain, the shower dripping. A- towel, go out and find one.

        Found socks, neatly paired, both black, both different , sizes, Find more socks, They fit. Search for shoes and find the wrong ones.

        Listen to the rain outside, again.

        Down stairs and out. Hear a steady load drip upon the lid of the plastic rubbish bin outside. It is really loud. Move bin, silence the drip. Do the neighbours a small favour...

Umbrella shadow on the glistening road, road glistening wet in the sparkly street lamps. Delivery trucks at the chocolate café back entrance, many cardboard boxes..

Through the increasing rain down the theater street, to the bus stop. Dolores with a knit cap, and a friendly look, good morning dolorful Dolores..

Bus and pay, station-before you know it. Across The soaking plaza, past the flooded ashtray. The girls at yormas, working fast and neatly.

! Moustachio¡ and the the long black hair girl with the handbag chatting away, bantering with the cafe girls. Anastasia comes round the corner, her hair undone, no knowing that it was that long. Maybe an interview today, who knows. She is quite the boss now, she is running the show and letting the others work.

Damp and steamy the atmosphere all the way to the platform, water puddles collecting under leaks in the roof of the tunnel under the tracks, leaky awning over the platform.

The train arrives as announced, rolls in fast.The aggressive commuters start jostling for good boarding positions before it has halted, standing close to the edge of the platform, disregarding the copious rain here. They will fight and suffer for the right to sit down freely and where they please, with whom they please. What a load of rubbish!

Onboard, find seat. Watch. people divest themselves of coats and umbrellax, place them in the luggage racks. So many are dressed for winter now, even though it is not really cold.

Yet. 

day one week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

17- November 2014

Doze, not sleep. Clock stops that, the dock is stopped in turn. Tablet, water, and slower, teeth cleaned.

Find clothes socks shoes, search for pen.  It is not a good day, it is cold, and Hypnos, Morpheus and company where not so generous.

Walking down the street hear two faint bells. Then shortly afterward the heavy bell, the deep toll of St Martins Church in Landshut, the tallest brick built tower in the world.

Mareis track is vaguely homicidal today, driving' fast and with small regard for those traffic regulations in place. It is early, nobody is looking, the man is in a hurry..

. In a hurry, in his lorry, drives an angry baker.....

Bus stop signpost says six minutes. The Isar is smooth, relaxed, there is not no much water in it today. Dolores, on her perch thirty yards away,  gets up as the bus approaches.

good mornings, bus gets its passengers, driver gets his money, Christus Kirche, Stadtpark, one more stop and then Haupthahnhof.

That garish woman smoking in the square, different clothes on every day. She must have a very large wardrobe.

Anastasia looks tired today, an impeccable little service robot, next please, thou looking, without looking,flushed face, still really fast.

It Must be Monday, the first day of the working week. Lid on the coffee, go to the table, small round tall table, as every day. There is !Moustache¡, alone. The long black haired handbag girl appears, they talk, it is time to go.

Ankunft donau Isar express auf gleis sechs abfahrt um sex uhr acht. Vorsicht bei der einfahrt. Up the stairs, Train arrives, enter, find seat

The same carry-on as last week, and the weeks before that.

Regular times, regular sequences, regular money. All regular, all regulated.

Moosburg, the train stops and people get on. Without further ado the train is on its way. The people from Homburg do not get a welcoming public adress transmitted speech from the train attendant as these do who board at Landshut. It is only ten minutes down the line, but by now the railway travellers have turned to commuters, just "pendler', people with a pendulum motion between home and office and back home again at a later, post-work time.

The Train rolls on to Freising.

The white lady will most likely be there, copmplaining of tiredness.

As so often.. She takes her jobseriously.

'Niichste Nation Freezing"

and so forth and so on and on

Sunday, fine day

Sunday 16 November
given that it is sunday, day of rest and so forth, VOLKSTRAUERTAG, terrifying, the wifes alarm goes of early. In the sons interest, partying with his mates, going Segway scootering. Big deal, up early.
Make coffee, forget procedure, coffee boils bitter tasting brew. Bad for the machine, probably bad for the person. Son and his mother screaming at each other, peace on earth and joy
elsewhere
.

Drink and talk, son puts on favourite trousers, legs grown, trousers too short.
Ridiculous.

Other trousers, prepares that present, writes the card, last minutes, go the two of you.
Empty the dishwasher, fill it with yesterdays dirties, start the computer,
drink coffee.

Hello world

fifteen eleven fourteen

eight.

it is a grey day out, after a night of fitful sleep the duty to rise and care for the house. that is all. It is cold and things are in a horrible mess.

Back to bed and wait for the headaxing headache to calm down and leave space for the regular tinny tussi on the right ear.

Son cuddles, gets up, has a bath, floods the bathroom.

Oh no no no.

Sore throat now too.

day five week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

14.Nov 2014

        disorientation, temporal and spatial. Return from a stay in Hypnos house. Forgotten dreams and unwanted work.

        Tooraloo, shower, teeth, no patience with that shaving machine... Naked back to the bedroom, find clothes, find glasses, find pen, find it all.

        comb hair at the mirror, need to gofera haircut. Set electric windup dock, down the stairs; out the door. Shut the door gently, think of the party in the coming week. Down the lane, through the sleeping town, tardy memories of anything, this is done almost every day:

        Bus stop, prepare money for the driver,. Why is the money in focusable, unreadable? Wrong glasses, remote only, not for closeup. Drop change, search for small coins, find big ones.

        Dolores ,thirty yards away, earnest shopgirls chatting on their way past. Bus driver gets his money, Exact..

        "Donkey scorn".

        Anastasia day today, coffee fast, die purge team- leiterin, not one imprecise movement, the pleasure is over and done, put a lid en the coffee, say good morning to Hedgehog? Talking earnestly to' Moustachioe!. The glasses are a- nuisance, reading close is difficult, writing is blamed.

        Downstairs, upstairs, platform six. Train is in, get on the last carriage. Listen to oriental gentlemen talhingd.t.. Maybe Arabic, do not know...

Mooshurg, chatty people, talking rubbish, or talking sense, who knows'. Do people care? No, killing time; unaware that it is taking its toll on the sly, the youth of yesterday is decrepit today.

Anti depressives doing their job. They remove ability to be depressed, one false emotion more beyond understanding, overlying the rest, unknown, now unfelt.

day four week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

13.11.2014

electronic beep, ends deep sleep. Rationalization of the disturbance is attempted by the mind, but the beep is insistent and allows no deception. Shower, shave at work, time fleeting. Feeling bad, but then who is at fault.? wash the face, brush the teeth, remember that there needs to be an appointment with the dentist..

        Out to the damp street, past the Bachmeier bakers truck, down t0 the bus atop. Dolores in different clothing today, and an umbrella. 'There is a man at the stop who has called a taxi. He is collected, a large, cream Mercedes,

        The square before the station is deserted, the smokers are withdrawn under the big glass porch, staying dry.

Coffee at Yorma's, no Hedgehog, but ¡Moustache!, waiting, dissatisfied expression, on his face.

Down the tunnel under the tracks, up the steps to the platform, crowded today, for no particular reason. The trains arrival is accompanied by the passengers everyday race for a prime boarding position, for to be first on the train means to have the widest choice of the available seating.. There will be plenty of seats for all, unlike the next stop on the route, Moosburg. The platform there is well attended, the ticket collector cannot reach the front of the train before she is trapped by the incoming mob, trapped immobile at the last passengers seat whose ticket was last checked..

        The train slides on like some red slug through the landscape of occasional lights puncturing a deep, deep darkness outside. The modern trains have reduced the sense of movement for the passengers, despite their higher speed. Just the noise of the many small electric motors and the rumbling, rushing round of the wheels on the tracks is to be heard. The men opposite talk slowly and quietly to each other, other passengers sit with their eyes closed,

A young Japanese girl is crosslegged on her seat, behind the suitcase taking up the space where her legs could be. She gets up for Freising, leaving wildo writing these notes as the train rolls into the station. 

day three week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

fitful sleep alarm off, then deep sleep. No idea, no work today, two docs day today. Two appointments, two times waiting room.
Son up, smiles going past the bed. School is good for him. Get up, dress up, ignore bustle of wife and son in the kitchen, make coffee. Big bialetti day today.
Inarticulate day. Breakfast using bread butter and coffee. Think of alterations, changes to be made, think. Bitter Coffee. Wife comes up from the letterbox with that weekly paper, advertising everything and local news of salacious and so forth content. Fasching is the same as Lent, but is colourful and bawdy. Silly carry on, insecure jokes on the part of the Burgermeister Rampf.

day two week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

11.11.2014

slow morning, before dawn. Time to go, time to get ready. Shower, brush hair. Clothing. The clock is not working properly It runs too slow.

Five thirty hurrying down the street, past the church's impressive rear window, past the bakers trucks, Marais and Bachmeier, unloading their goods, and down to the bus stop.. Wish Dolores her good morning, and wait. Dolores has her fake leopards skin handbag with her today. 

There is just enough change for the bus driver, a man with humour.

Christus kirk, Stadt park, so on untill Huvpthahnh0f. The Elderly young gir is on the smokers square, with her colourful coat, with a print of a face between the shoulderblades , the cut of her coat is like that of the television cartoon's little prince. 

Anastasia, fast. The cafe runs better with her, then with the others.

        !Moastadhioo¡, alone in the cafe with the silent television showing some film of madmen crossing the Victoria falls on a tightrope. This is not a practicable way to get to work on a daily basis .

        The small dock is inaccurate again. It is six. Train time. city commuters with their computers,. Their tablets with 'many pictures and few tesxs. One computer, two tablets, a mobile' phone with earplugs, and finally an old fashioned newspaper...

        Today is a slow day. 

day one week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

Monday, 10 nov 2014

solid sleep after a restless night broken by an insist – beep. Think for a short time, get up, bathroom, shower on, get a towel. Wash dry brush teeth, find rocks; get dressed. Find glasses set clock, set watch, which is running slow. On the way through town wilted flowers end candle stubs to be seen lying around the brassy plates among the cobbles with the names of murdered jews on them. Yesterday was the ninth of november.

 Dolores is at the bus stop, and a woman with a large suitcase. From aboard the bus a small crowd of people, all women, to be seen approaching, they are discussing  in a most lively fashion, two wear stockings with irregularly striped horizontal white markings. One is drinking her coffee from a ToGo mug. A nice crowd of colleagues going to work.

The bus, ahead of its timetable, now it waits at every stop. 

No smoker with a pigtail o the stati0n square. the older teenager smokes alone.

The little card has ten stamps on it today, free caffee from Anastasia. The day is starting well.

!Moustachio¡ all alone in the cafe, the Hedgehog is not there. This is unusual, but not really momentous...

The smoker with the pigtail is on the railway platform, not smoking, waiting for the train. In his shirtsleeves, the morning is really warm for the time of the year.

Seats are available in the railway carriage, design the rapid filling of the available spaces in Mooshurg.

Monday today is a day of non events so far. Dark outside, unwise is later today. The days of watching the sun rise from Landshut platform are gone.

But they will come again.

ninth day of the eleventh month

sleep badly, care with breathing, listen to the tinnitus. Doctor says its all stress related, drive one mad it would so it would. three in the morning the sons clock sounds, nipping away to itself. Son ignores, sleeps on , no snores. Climb up find clock, find switch on clock. Thats it.

back to bed.

grey light of dawn, morning overcast, listen to bialetti burbling away to itself, get up get dressed comb hair. out on street, down the lane.
Organ tones from Martins church sounding solemn. No person in the streets, no voices. Too early, too cold.
Mareis bakery,six pretzels, two each for sunday breakfast.
Martins church on its own in the middle of town, no cars no people. The highest brick spire in Europe, in the world.
home.
past the building sites.

home

Sunday breakfast

Saturday,eight eleven

conscious undaze hear family, a flea market day, son does his homework wants to minecraft , listen listen no sound outside, daylight eight, eighth day of the month cover the head , unbearable, flee from consciousness.
it comes anyway.
Nothing curious listen to coffee maker. No news day, ten year old translating his latin homework. Surprise he takes to latin so well. Hatred of the language used to be so widespread among school children.
Wife is learning latin by proxy.
OK..
Wildo will do latin too.

ooh.

day fve week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

7.11.2014

The noise what is it, it is not that late. It is, so it is, so shut up that irritated noise, that beep, take a pill drink some water put the light on get dressed go to the bathroom

slow down

check the clock, find the glasses, comb the hair,-leave the house. Pack away the umbrella look at that leather shop. Market day today, stalls and mobile stands every where, people working, oversized delivery truck. Butchers, bakers and flower wreath makers.

Down past the town gates see the number four bus pass, Dolores sitting on the bench.. Man feeds the ducks on the path by the wall along the river bits of bread and stuff from a plastic bag.

'A man speaks to Dolores and runs down the road. Gets into a car. fifty yards away, comes driving down the street at high-speed and opens the cars door, she steps in, rush away what is going on?

The bus arrives, the bus driver drives it after collecting the cash for the fare.

The station has no smokers out front today, a young woman shouting into her mobile phone about transport patterns stands under the awning instead. Chirpy Anastasia in the cafe, friendly, fast, efficient nice.

Nothing wrong with that now.

Hedgehog and !Moustuehio¡ talk at their table.

Talk fast, talk now-Talk everyday..

        ttnder the platforms, then up the stairs.

- The train is on time, it is the only one, the rest are arstrike -struck.

        musburg platform is full again, clattering people getting in 

Not that many after all, they are just noisy.

The train is noontime, probably due to the strike. It was never no punctual, there is no other traffic on the rails...

        Friday. 

day four week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

6.11.14

at three, at five, alarm, get up, shower, don't shave,yes brush hair, tenderloin, todaloo, get dressed, the clock shows that it is five fifteen..

. Wait.

It can't be!

It is really five thirty five.

On to the street- and run. Out of breath and watch Dolores boarding the bus.

Justin time! igive the driver his money, no change.

. Catch breath, unfitness, overweight, unflattering, adiposity nonsense. Wine last tight. a good idea. Then, not now,

 sit down in bus, in front of Dolores. good morning. Duspaytsine. Bisoncho. Silence.

Effusive end-overfriendly slow service at the cafe, slightly overweight, generality oversized. Most of the trains are on strike. The six oh eight goes. Hedgehog smiley, ¡mustachio! cursing about football good in champions league, bad elsewhere.

The platform is emptier than usual, the train too. Nothing but a bad smell of overripe banana, some descendant of the apes is eating them from his lunchbox'

Sickening, the smell.

M oosbutg platform is full to bursting. Noisy people, with umbrellas and compromising natures. Muttering. About the strike, joy at the train carriage's emptiness

The train moves on, alone in the dark. 

day three week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

5.11.14

sleep broken five hours ago, no knowing why. Airlessness? 'sleep broken again at five, electonically. Think awake, get up and shower, wash teeth, brush hair. all done, clothes on... Five thirty set the electric winding school clock, hands  stuck., Tighten down, works again. Tick Tarik, electromechanical dock.

Down the stairs, down the 'cobbled lane, along the street, across the market place and through the gate. Dolores is there, in the bus shelter.Nods good morning. Man with a crew cat head and a suitcase, a tie-wearer, is there too....

All board The bus, driver is listening to utterly ghastly German country bavarian dialected music. His business, his lookout. A pleasant man, there is no accounting for tastes.

The pig tailed smoker is not in place today, his aged teenager friend has to smoke her cigarettes alone. Red tights, coated - colourful coat, short blond hair. Coffee crew, serve their brew. The door to the cafe is locked yet, need to walk around past the serving area to get in there. Mustachio!, and Hedgehog, sitting There. Wildo puts a stool over, the longhaired girl with the high heeled boots will need it... Nods. Moustahio! comes ever, unlocks the door, it is only bolted. Nods. Hedgehog nods.

Blog, black-haired handbag girl comes, dick cluck, heels on the tiled floor of the cafe, sits down. She is weaning a moss green hunters type waist coat over her usual black clothing today. Expects cold weather.

at six, repair to the waiting train on the platform, young iranians  opposite, or maybe morrocans. 'Nod, friendly.

girl across the .-aisle with brightly coloured patchwork basket-ball style boots, a light top through which a tatoo on the left shoulder is visible, green-trousers, reads her notes eating an apple

all the while.

Nods her head in time to the inaudible sounds in her headphones.

Modbury now, please leave the carriage on the right hand side when facing in The direction of the vehicles motion... People board, the train-

will move an 

day two week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

Di 4 Nov 2014

Deep sleep sudden, wakening, alarm beep.

Lights on, sound off, bathroom... was he.

Find the things needed for work, all of them

at the head of the stairs hear the two martins bells.

Walk, Goldie's shop, leather shop, church and grimms shop. It's all there, as everyday, same stores, same streets.

First at the bus stop, six minutes to go. Crutchman and Dolores, crutchman with a prosthetic klick at every step, maybe one legged, now four.

Shop girls passing on their way to town as the bus comes in, friendly smiling driver takes the money and drives

The pigtailed smoker and the aged teenager, standing on the yellow line, both borderline smokers.

Magen.

Anastasia, efficient and capable as ever.

Coffee hedgehog, moustachio! Long haired, stool dragging high heeled handbag girl, all there under the silent television. That is it, all, everything everyday morning.

Six am, on the way, hold swing doors for- strangers, strangers hold them too.

"Massive head of hair walks ahead, preening like a cock, patting her hair and dragging collars,

Walks like a modest model.

Of the small, wide-hipped variety.

Not a model really.

"Yesterdays people are on the train too. Such is life

day one week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

woeful alarm!
awful sound!
hit it


Sound off
sleep on
wife

reminds of work
khaki coloured thoughts

get up
get dressed
go out
five thirty.

stagger through town
bu sstop
dolores
good morning

coffee at yormas
efficient fast bloke behind the till
anas tasie orders him around
funny
coffee
train

pretty young woman opposite
sleeping

November twos morning notes

grey light in through the window sore head.
driving yesterday eleven hours long eleven hundred miles, through France and Germany. leave in the morning arrive at night, bottle of wine.

rest and think home again,

back to work tomorrow

coffee in bed,


sweetums rest your ugly head
down upon your wretched bed

For the first of NOV

awoken early drive today, soft light great day pack clothes get dressed wash.
Camera packed computer in place, two bags six lenses two cameras one back one system.
All there, all ok.
go to car with all the bags, load it up all ready. Back for breakfast and bye byes.
As a last job get cigarillos in the local hotel for the lady of the house.
Walk down the cliff to the hotel, see the beauty of the light pouring over the plain from the left, light fog, river shimmer, poplars yellow.
Better than ever, no chance to capture that, camera packed, time gone.

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31okt2014 morning notes

unawake oversleep after wakeful night, see all the reflections of the morning light.

bright sun, wooden cupboard horses of wood, a childs toy. The cave in France on the last day of the month and the last day of the holiday there.

son up son cuddles hug good morning

Another splendid warm day, quite unlike the end of the tenth month would be expected. Summer extended nicely

Sound of the small digger working its way up the narrow path bringing on the days work and the tools  for the cable laying men.

Son comes in with bad news of a computer.

A less than stupid machine

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roar from the engine of a japanese mini digger from outside the cave, passing by. The cave’s electrification is being changed, lights are being placed along the path outside.

The rough ceiling in the cave is illuminated dimly by the light from the cave entrance, son is up and about comes and pats his fathers head.
Go to bathroom wash the teeth brush the hair
Good morning all.
Outside is a beautiful day, a lovely morning, however you wish to describe it. It is almost the end of Oktober, and it is as warm as an Irish summer. This is unusual weather, even for France, where, according to the French, everything is better. 
listen to the radio from next door, loud and parliamentary british. Nine in the morning there, ten here.
Go next door to the owner of the cave  and chat.
Walk through the village, son in tow, and buy a baguette from the baguette dispensing machine.
The bakery shut long ago.

There is a troglodytic bakery there, but only as a historic site, a museum.

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up at seven cave dark

rootatoo go to loo.

up at eight cave bright,

go to bathroom take a shower

Shower works now, fixed.

hot and cold are hard to adjust.

Cave lighter, dress and go 

to next cave.

Listen to the radio

bbc parliament program.

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tuesday twenty eight.

Dark,. Long thin little goblin rushing about the cave with a blueish light in its hand.

Son up. Playing on the the other halves tablet. Grey shadows from the mouth of the cave, grey light from a foggy morning.

the bed is warm, the cave is chilly. Bathroom , clean teeth.

Son and wife go to the bread machine, It does not pay to have a baker in the village of the caves any more.

British expats and roaming americans, french cave enthusiasts

foggy day.

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27 okt 2014

lundi.

la lune is the same as the moon, Mond tag. 

no time no sense of time no sense in it. free time holiday time no duty to fulfill, no time to do all the things wanted to be done. sleep until nine shower, luxury. live in a cave, troglodytic holidays. Cave on a hill looking at a valley west of Paris. sombre light in ochre walls, chalk limestone walls showering dust if you touch them.

take a shower in the defective shower, strange hot odd cold. works barely.

speak to son brush hair take tablet see what the day has in store.

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So 26 okt 014

Waken in a cave, books around, damp air, dark as pitch. Find torch, turn on light, Five.

Back to bed.

Son up later,

sleep

The cave is warm, the bed is pleasant, sleep on.

The watch says that it is ten. Too late. get up

See the light, from the cave mouth, through the glass front there.

Son turns on the light. light bright.

It is nine, in France they changed the time. Lost an hour, simple as that.

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26okt2014

yesterday up at five shower carry down bags wife up son up  make coffee. Breakfast together, early reisers early birds joke and talk about the journey at hand

Leave the house get the car, slowly carefully. Move slowly, park it in front of the house. load up the bags and check and double check. It is all there.

Son in the back, wife in the front

Six thirty, off to France,drive carefully, it is dark.

Black.

eleven hours ahead a long drive.

It is past now.