eight, sound of bells, sound of telephones. Telephones have no bells any more, they have strange sounds. Instead of simple machines causing a small piece of metal to vibrate against a larger piece a computer chip produces impulses as per programme, a small speaker blows the selected tones and rythms into the aether. , A resonating metallic sound governed by small screws for adjustment and the size shape and material of the bell is replaced by a contrived noise with little relationship to the originating materials and shapes.
The sons friend is on the telephone, an hour is fixed for the flea market excursion. Clothes on and leave the house, hurry, before the parking wardens find the car illicitly parked in front of the house yesterday evening. A very short ride on a not-so-fast machine to a permitted parking spot, a spot not available yesterday on account of all the visitors to the town. Walk back down the new town street, into church lane, a bright sunny day today. the butchers truck enters the lane and parks in front of his store. Delivering the days assortment of processed animal parts for the degustative pleasures of the local population.
The jobbing accountand is in her shop, early today because there are accounts to finish for the month. She is a friendly person, and speaks of her son.
The bells of saint Martins peal for mass upon the return to the yellow room.
And the postman rings the bell, he has two parcels, he wishes all a pleasant weekend.
Tinnitus is in the right ear, and there is coffee to be drunk.
Family pleasures.
The sons friend is on the telephone, an hour is fixed for the flea market excursion. Clothes on and leave the house, hurry, before the parking wardens find the car illicitly parked in front of the house yesterday evening. A very short ride on a not-so-fast machine to a permitted parking spot, a spot not available yesterday on account of all the visitors to the town. Walk back down the new town street, into church lane, a bright sunny day today. the butchers truck enters the lane and parks in front of his store. Delivering the days assortment of processed animal parts for the degustative pleasures of the local population.
The jobbing accountand is in her shop, early today because there are accounts to finish for the month. She is a friendly person, and speaks of her son.
The bells of saint Martins peal for mass upon the return to the yellow room.
And the postman rings the bell, he has two parcels, he wishes all a pleasant weekend.
Tinnitus is in the right ear, and there is coffee to be drunk.
Family pleasures.
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