18 Sept'-015
at three in the morning the cat jumps on the bed, wee-ow am silence. It had been missing for a day, now it is back.
go back to deep, two hours later the clock makes its sounds. Get up, cat purrs loudly. This animals only aim in life appears to be food: Shower, shave, and get dressed for the day.
At five the alarm sounds again. It was not switched off correctly the first time.
Feed the cat, leave the house. Pass the neighbour's skip, the tent that the buskers set up in the middle of the road is still there, waiting for the weekends shows. It is fixed to plastic containers filled with water for weight, and to save the necessity of drilling holes in the pavement.
Fridays market is being set up, a noisy bustling with the contents of delivery vans filling the stalls that have already been set up, or even vans that are in themselves stalls.
Dolores is at the bus atop, she gets collected by a friend in a big silver car, maybe he a son or a younger brother. An emergency doctor passes racing a white BMW SUV with a flashing light on top. He drives so badly that he cannot stay on the correct side of the road and swerves into the oncoming traffic. An ambulance passes, all of its lights on and flashing, moving all over the road in its hurry. Emergency services being a safety problem.
The traffic increases steadily, many people are on bicycles. First dawn in the east.
The bus is delayed, the bus does not come. Too bad. The next bus arrives at five to six, barely in time for the train.
No Yormas Café today, none of those characters who populate this part of the morning notes on the way to work.
The train is late, a good thing now, because the bus was cancelled.
This madness usually happens on Mondays.
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