Monday, 8 June 2015

day one week forty-six 2015

A' dream of technical madness, a steam pink mass of tramway cogs and buttons, polished brass and cloth covered cables
Find the correct button on the black plastic alarm clork, silence.
The kitten has found it's way up onto the bed, and is happily chewing toes and chasing its' tail. She has a loud purr for such a small animal.
cold water only in the shower today, the heating must be turned off. Shower cold, good for a hot day. . After dressing, go up and turn on the heating. It will deliver warm water by the time the 'vest at the family are awake. It is late now, rush to find the things needed for the day. Train ticket, money, the pen now writing this, the shoulder bag.
Leave the house behind, see that the street its full of parked cars left over from the weekend.
The Astroturf is being removed from the town square, the scene of the weekends festivities. A football competition in the middle of town!
The bus is visible in the shop window, through the town gate.
Late!

Run, 

and tap on the driven window. He starts? Was he sleeping?
Pay the money.
Coffee at yorma's, Anastasia is in a good humour today, even though it is Monday... Big Blondy is there too,, the usual crowd around the table.
But no Hedgehog.
The train is on time, and the mosaic maker says good morning-Times of change, the school term has
started, people are back from their holidays. crowded train, people in a big hurry to board. And it is a grey day too, warm and grey.
After leaving Mooshwg it commences to rain. 
Heavily:

This is good for the crops.

Many see it as an injustice, they take rain personally,
as an insult from some higher authority.

It is not. It is just weather.

No comments: