Sunday, 28 June 2015

peaceful coffee and birdsong

The mask fell off during the night and is on the ground, on the wooden boards of the room, the sanded old boarding. That was noticed at five in the morning. Replacement, start the compressor. It is still working, good.
Sleep on until a quarter to seven, untill now. Barely awake, just a dim tinny his in the back of the head. The usual tinnitus is gone today, how did that happen? Never mind, it will be back.
Take a break from this, go and coffee make. Listen to the birdsong outside.

Fill the bialetti machine, fill the coffee grinder. Close the doors to contain the noise of the grinder. The little cat inspects it’s plate, put some catfood from the open tin thereon, and watch it eat. The cat is so greedy that it puts it’s head under the tin as the catfood is being taken out. Earfull of awful.

Return to this machine at seven, four bells outside, then seven bells. Saint Martins church. The gas under the coffee maker hissing all the while like tinnitus. Gas, the stuff wars are fought for.

Sunday, it would be nice to go into a garden.

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