disturbed sleep with nightmares of work, wake at five, remain in bed.
The rest is needed, and see there! The next thing is the risen sun pouring it’s light in through the window, the day is running and it is nine in the morning.
The son is long up, looking at the vintage computer game that he had been given for his birthday.
cuddle.
The tinny whistles break the peace of the morning, but they are only in the head, on the right. Hissy whistle, gas jet sort of noise. An untuned static radio his, maybe a reasonable comparision.
No time for self pity, it is there, and seems to be there to stay.
The kitchen, in a sty state again. Remove the used cutlery from the kitchen worktop, remove the dirty pots and pans from the cooker. Disassemble the Bialetti coffee maker, nine cup size, empty out the old grounds and fill her up with water.
Fill the grinder with beans, start the grinder. Put that ground coffee into the Bialetti, tamp it down, screw on the top and put the whole lot onto the gas cooker.
Continue clearing up the work top and ready the cups and a saucer for the coffee.
Two saccarine into the blue cup, fill it half full of coffee and the rest with milk. And bring it into the bedroom, where its drinker is waiting.
And take the white cup with black content, no Cream! into the sitting room, start up the laptop
read the mail and
write this post
In the meantime the son is playing at minecraft, an addiction, and the wife is at the flea market, an addiction mimicing the neccessity to buy cheap products.
Dat Saturday has begun, and it could be worse.
The rest is needed, and see there! The next thing is the risen sun pouring it’s light in through the window, the day is running and it is nine in the morning.
The son is long up, looking at the vintage computer game that he had been given for his birthday.
cuddle.
The tinny whistles break the peace of the morning, but they are only in the head, on the right. Hissy whistle, gas jet sort of noise. An untuned static radio his, maybe a reasonable comparision.
No time for self pity, it is there, and seems to be there to stay.
The kitchen, in a sty state again. Remove the used cutlery from the kitchen worktop, remove the dirty pots and pans from the cooker. Disassemble the Bialetti coffee maker, nine cup size, empty out the old grounds and fill her up with water.
Fill the grinder with beans, start the grinder. Put that ground coffee into the Bialetti, tamp it down, screw on the top and put the whole lot onto the gas cooker.
Continue clearing up the work top and ready the cups and a saucer for the coffee.
Two saccarine into the blue cup, fill it half full of coffee and the rest with milk. And bring it into the bedroom, where its drinker is waiting.
And take the white cup with black content, no Cream! into the sitting room, start up the laptop
read the mail and
write this post
In the meantime the son is playing at minecraft, an addiction, and the wife is at the flea market, an addiction mimicing the neccessity to buy cheap products.
Dat Saturday has begun, and it could be worse.
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