Wednesday, 12 November 2014

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.

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