written in an aircraft

27th July zois, written in an aircraft

Disturbed sleep in the lovely bedroom the nights rest gone before daybreak. Check the telephone and discover that the battery has run down, it will not work,' it cannot work at all, showing a red Buttery, an image quite clear, meaningful. A green battery would be right

Total, down the stairs, down from the little landing. The small room is dark, with untill the light is on

Pack the bags, sort the clothes, tidy up the bed clothes. Close the bags; and leave the room. Take a picture of the landing's big window, the mews,the scullery and the gardens in the light dawn. and down the stairway, into the big hallway, twenty feet high, with all the paintings on the walls, 'the barograph on the mantlepiece. Pictures of childhood, memories at the high house. Leave by the back side entrance, through the small back yard, past the old dairy and past the mews. The old scullery too, not to be formten        Cross the yard, and tap on the brother's door. He is awake, and drinking coffee from a larger mug. He is in no good humour

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The jacket is not there, it is back in the bedroom.So return. "Past the stärker, up the side stairs. All the way to the very top, and there it is, beside the bed. Back down again, collect the glasses from the brothers kitchen table.

and enter the big car, the huge contemptible American vehicle, made in Japan, too big for little Irish roads..

And  to the airport.

In style and company.