Tuesday, 17 March 2015

day two week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

17.March.2015
A wake, turn the machines off and the light on. Then the bathroom, the shower. Remember to put the slimy white cream on the healed nose. To get dressed for the day, go into the sitting room for the bag, the one that contains my book. The untidiness is incredible, there are jackets thrown everywhere and shoes and newspapers and things. Extraordinary. Sonny boy trouble later today.
Fix the hallway clock,-yet again. It will need a new spring someday, or a new suspension  for it’s pendulum
'There is a newspaper in the letterbox, something to read, maybe later.
At the bus stop check  the mobile telephone for mail. There is nothing of interest.
Dolores says good morning, she seems cheerful today. Count the money for the bus driver. The bus is full of the stench of sweat and body fat.
Not all people smell sweet.
The new help is working with Anastasia today. She forces a professional smile, wearing bright red lipstick, and is learning fast to be fast. 
Hedgehog is alone today, wish him his 'goo ‚megen'. He is enjoying a read in his newspaper
On the platform, platform Number 5, a man asks directions for his train He speaks neither German nor English, an' no French either.

It is daybreak, the rails making off under the hedge towards a grain storage tower. In the distance, the reactor issues steam, providing power for the beginning of this day.. 

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