day one week forty four year two

11 may 2015after yesterdays day of rest there was no rest any more until four in the morning. Then to be woken at five is painful, get up eight minutes later and walk to the bathroom, wash and so forth.Find the clothing, find that the doorkey is in the pocket of the jaacket.This means that the front door has been open all night. So much for security..The big bag is cumbersome, but the small bag has dissapeared, probably stolen. The stupid thief made no great gains, there was only a notebook and a small digital camera in it. The direct lights are off today, it is light. Every brick on Martin's church is clearly visible today. It is dry, the weather is fine.There is the sound of delivery tracks, the tyres rumbling over the cobbled pavements. They are getting their business done, before the area is designated as being for pedestrians only.Dolores at the bus stop, looking cheerful today. The sky in the east is l ight, there are eight contrails running actress it from north to south, or south to north, all parrallel anyway. They are all lit by the sun, which, as far as the town people see it, is still below the horizon. Bright white streaks on a blue skyFrom the bus the town looks dean fresh, and bright today. There are very few people about, the railway station is deserted, almost.'People are on holidays, the whit sun break,It is Monday, The train strike is over, and what is the result? The laws allowing strikes have been restricted, reduced..