Wednesday, 26 August 2015

A summer of shortening days

the dust from the sanding machine used in the stairwell remains behind the eyelids, and awakening is late. This is the time off work, weeks saved over the years, days saved over the months, leave.
Sleep late, and be fussed over by the cat, it will do anything to get the attention of the wielder of the tin opener, the master of the cat food.
The coffee made, the machine filled, the gas turned on. Hiss.
And feed the cat, it is climbing up the trouser legs now.
As has been said already, anything to gain attention.
Cats are small and furry, and make nice pets.

Ponder on all the repeated comments on this writing, all the copies of past messages, there must be a robot, an inefficient robot at that, working his way through the pages.
thank YouRobot, mr Anon.

The sun is back outside, and the noise from street repairs up the road is still to be heard, but as they have now moved around a bend in the street, the sound is muffled.

Deep silence at home, people are not getting up, and the day is flowing away..

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