Dublin tuesday

the traffic on the South Circular quietens at night, picks up again at six. A constant row of cars empty but for their drivers, choking up the road, same as in cities all over the world. The room is tiny, no wardrobe, just bed and breakfast.

Three magpies flying about in the trees in front of the house, people walking down the street clutching their telephones, allowing them to illuminate their faces.

All the cars on the left hand side of the road.

Make the bed, a bit, not too perfect. The bed making tradition is different here, lots of sheets and blankets. Duvets are simpler.

Tinnitus competes with the traffic rumble outside, younger people striding down the street to work.

toodaloo, wash the teeth. Same here as at home.

There are now four magpies outside in the trees, going about their business