day one week twenty two two thousand and fourteen

        15th December, 2014

        Better sleep, silly beep. alarm clock blues, five in the morning on a Monday. No wish to proceed, but get up anyway. Bathroom, shower, teeth and hair. Bedroom, grey shirt, brown trousers, blue jacket. Woolly winter jacket, looks like tweed. Time flies, set the clock, pendulum is insulted. stops. Start it again. Tickety, w-Tok. Not right. Two M*x bells-out. Down the lane, up the street, round the corner, down the street,through the gate. Dolores at the bus stop. On closer view, she has new footwear. Mountain boots, of a sort. Her Leopard  patterned handbag does its job, as before.. Bus comes in, driver gets paid. That is the weekday routine, the way to work, the work-way on the work-day.

       Pig Tailed smoker, smoking in front of the station, good morning, morning, Anastasia, and the big blonde one. Anastasia is the boss, the Blondie rolls her eyes when she is told what to do. Makes dumb comments too. Get the coffee from her today, same rave coffee as always, Hedgehog is there, shortly to be joined by Moustache io. The Italian, with his overall, and his carefully ripped open paper bag, it functioning as a tablecloth for his croissant

leave to the tracks at six in the morning, the train runs in alongside platform five, the railway service obviously cannot make up its mind. On friday it was platform tight. But it is ontime, punctual, driver rolls further than usual, down the platform. The driver is gentle on his brakes, persons on the platform, running, jostling past, like bargain seekers after their prey, putting,-pushing, " do not let the train get away", "no other person will get that perfect seat", "push past", disregard others.

It must be pure hell in a real mass panic . Anaheim. Unimaginably nightmarishly hellish.

Couple of older office people are the neighbours in the Train, Chatting together avidly, going to keep this up for the whole ride to F arsing. A gentleman from africa turns up, sits down across the small table, opposite to the chatter.They look at each other, shut up, silent. Why? No matter, the result is peace and quiet.

¡actually, it matters.

a lot!