At five thirty, there is no reason to awaken, but awaken anyhow.

At five thirty, there is no reason to awaken, but awaken anyhow. Take of the mask, the mask that is turning from a help to an irritation. And stay in bed, why make noises to wake up the household when there is no need to awaken them. The cat is awake anyway.

At seven thirty take out the rubbish containers. It is the bin day today, the day the town employees visit the street and empty the rubbish from all of the plastic rubbish bins. Into the yard, take the bin by the handle and wheel it out into the street. The tools used for yesterdays work sanding all the floorboards are still at the foot of the stairs, clear them away later.

In the flat the little cat is all purrs, wanting attention. It jumps up on to the keyboard of the piano and plays a sort of a melody by walking over the keys.  Then it starts to play with a glass marble on the floor, setting it in motion with its paws and then hunting it.

The day is grey and chilly, and fill the coffee grinder, grind the coffee. Fill the machine and place it on the flame of the gas cooker. Feed the cat, give it its daily cat food slop. Now the cat is happy, and the son comes in with a cup in order to make coffee for his mother,

When it is ready, fill the cups, and watch the son put in sweetener and milk for the wife and bring the result into the bedroom.

Listen to the increasing noises of the wakening town, the sound of activity in the grey streets with the colourfull houses.

Another day