day one week thirty three two thousand and fifteen

2M"az 2015-

"Wake disorientated, cannot find the clock. Turn the light on, the small bright light. Undo the mask, lie back, relax. Think 'bout work.

 And there we have it: It is five fifteen in the morning. Hurry now, bathroom, quick wash find socks and underclothes in the press, and dress. This pressure is all self induced, Take the pills, one, two three, cream the nose, glasses too. The glasses need to be cleaned again, and down the stairs.

Past the son’s, and his friend's computer museum,. kids set up all the old hardware they could find, got it it all running, old tables, set it all up. And opened it to the public.

No matter now, unlock door, check keys, hurry down the warm wet slippery street, through the market place, meet all the people usually seen from the bis stop, the' Italian girls of girth, the office 'people.

- And arrive as the bus arrives, Punctual-

The bus driver is late, he is irate. No change;

just small notes,

Oh-well.

at the station there is no pig-tailed smoker, just two women, one outside and one inside that mothers square. The one outside is the older, brightly dressed, orange haired one.

Big Blondy at the cafe, bending  over the waste bin, trying to empty an ‚ashtray, oblivious to the customers watching the seat of her trousers bob up and down.

Suddenly she exclaims, a whoopsing noise, stands up, and asks for  the next customer.

. One coffee please.

One stamp on the card, change given, and: she commences serving the next, runs around the corner, 'flustered. Comes backs, finds the coffee is finished, some time ago, 'puts it on the counter, almost spilling it, and is gone. Getting the next two orders confused.

What confusion, what an enormous expression of futile haste.

In the background, there is a man battering butter brazens... with a machine that spreads butter. He is wearing plastic gloves for hygiene’s sake. The machine sprays butter with a loud  squelching noise.

Mustachio is one of those who had to wait. Hedgehog is there, his usual decent friendly self. And now, as it is time, goto the platform.