first August Frieda 2015

        Priday 7 August 2015

        Up before the bells stop sounding, and was.

        It is clear outside, the dawn is still a while away. And on the return to the bedroom greeted by a loud purring from the kitten. Purring is the loudest noise that it makes. rather:- She makes the noise, she is a cat, not an it.

        and find the clothing for the day where it is always is to be found, in the wardrobe, hanging. Or in the shelves. It depends upon what it is Socks in shelves, drawer in drawers.

        Downstairs, and into the alley. The street lights are on, and at the end of the alley the spire of Mortin's* church reaches into the light of dawn.

        The market is being set up on the main street, fish purportedly from Cuxhaven, cheese and vegetables sold as local. Farmers selling produce. All for those who are fans of food during the week.

        The river level has sinken,it has not been so low in years. The farmers are complaining, but so what, they always do. It is always too hot, dry cold, wet, stormy.

        *. And at the bus stop the street lights go out.

        The station plaza is bare of people. It is holiday season..

        Alice and her colleague are there at Yorma’s station café working side by side to serve coffee 'and cigarettes, buttered rolls, Brezels and fruit Salats.

        She serves the coffee.

        Alice? Yes, Alice, thank you Alice.