five to six, and take off that pressure mask. There is no memory of having slept badly so it must have been a good sleep.
Gather the clothing, put it on and downstairs for a walk.
The laneway is deserted, there is the sound of children playing to be heard from the house at the corner, the green house with the handicrafts supply shop in it. In the main road, usually a pedestrian area, there are trucks and taxis , the trucks hurrying to deliver goods to the stores, and the taxis collecting and delivering persons.
Mareis bakery has a young woman who is serving the customers. She is friendly and polite. Buy bread for breakfast there.
Look at the church spire on the way back, built of brick, one of the tallest brick spires in the world. It is taller than the castle on top of the hill in the background.
Alongside the church a gathering of pigeons picks at the cracks between the cobbles, cooing morosely.
The children’s voices emanating from the green house at the corner have become silent. The little shop shows its advertisements for wool and knitting aids and patterns.
Return home to the sleeping family, put the brezn on the table and make a pot of coffee.
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