day three week twenty five two thousand and fifteen

7.1.15

Alarmsound, the first time this year. Shower, wash hair and brush the teeth. Dry and wonder at the early morning.. In the bedroom take the pills, find the socks in the sock drawer, the drawers in theirs, the trousers in theirs and tee shirt in its. The shirt from the rack and the shoes from the floor.

All isin order, find that book and leave the house.

Walk down the lane, to the street, and see a truck approaching, a very large fast truck with a trailer in tow.

Cross the street anyway, hear the roar of it pass behind. The deserted bus stop is the same. as last year the same groups of people early to their shops or offices pass as in the years before. The bus driver recieves his money and gives his ticket. The station is filled with activity, all make the impression of being very tired indeed. Coffee is produced by the incompetent and the slow today, but the atmosphere is so tired, so needy, that it does not matter. The  hedgehog. is there, as is Moustuchio,  a return to everyday working routine. The tables have been rearranged, there appears to be one missing. A man with a bald head, older, stands in the centre of the room staring at the television high up on the wall. He is wearing a strained expression, and unusual green coloured leather shoes, *a neat practical working outfitt. He is new here, seen for the first time.

The Train arrives, the co-travellers- jostle. On board last, enjoy the peace and quiet to 'take off the anorak,-and select a seat in peace.... Maesbury station is filled with people all standing on its platform waiting, they all find a seat.

It is half-way through the first week of the year, there are fewer people at work yet.

After Maesbury there is a strange woman in the open space in the carriage between the entrance doors, preening, readjusting her clothes, smilling to herself, She strarts to rythmically rub her face, bobbing up and down on her flexing knees, wearing an ever -widening grin... Some hind of stretching exercise, leaning forward now on one bended knee, the other leg stretched out behind her. She is ignored by all.