2.15742642 years

and did you sleep my darling? No, no, awake at three, at four, at four forty five.

No, take the alarm-dock to the bathroom, silence it when the shower is warm, nobody disturbed in their sleep The cat is attentive, purring almost ostentatiously. That cat!

Take time, there is plenty of it today. And then, a last look in the long white-framed mirror.

These fresh trousers are covered in spots. grease, or something that survived the washing machine.

#n And now hurry to get fresh ones, cannot go to the job, not like this.

And hurry, hurry, and the cat in a flurry.

And yet all things are together on time.

The bells round twice at saint Martin's, it is now half past, and the sound from more distant bells is to be heard seconds later. Three hundred and thirty metres in the record, therefore if all bells sound simultaneously the nearest one is heard first.

Waste bins over-flowing, each bin surrounded by a corona of food wrappings, beverage containers, papers and discarded printed matter.

There are town employees in orange suits sweeping up the mess produced by yesterdays crowds, putting' it all on board a tiny orange truck with a red flashing beacon on its two person cab.

Pass the traffic barriers at the town gates, and there is the river., and Dolores waddling aloofly towards the bus stop

stop-say good morning, two tired faces, White hair and brown. That silver car curves in to the bus stop, almost swoops 'm, and sounds its horn. Dolores' pick- up, she climbs in, and the car rolls off. Her son or brother, neighbour maybe.

Those two ladies who work in the Turkish fast food place pass, on their way to a day of hot fat and spices. They are talking constantly, yap yip yüp, turky chatter.

The bus arrives, on time today, and, yes, before a noticeable portion of time elapses, it is at the railway station.

Bye Bye driver thank you for a quiet five minutes.

Smoker is in his yellow bordered square, his pigtail suffering on account of a lack of hair.  Androgetnetic Alopecia, maybe, most likely. The end of pilial glory.

Alice of the white spectacles serves a' large coffee in a cup with" Tee" written on it. German for Tea. The large coffee mugs have run out, and so these, with a false message.

So what, the coffee is the same.

Alone in the café today, 

Keep catching the eye of that beautiful redhead, look down, look away, don`t stare, gawp rudely at such facial beauty, that which was in the mirror this morning precludes even the dream of there being an attraction here.

Train on time, and the carriage interior smells of used socks and unwashed clothes.

Monday.