Friday, 11 September 2015

eleven nine fifteen

and alarm, turn it off, there is no need today. Today is the day of the appointment at the accountant. Need to drive there, out of the way.
So get up lazy later and wash and find clothing. Put on a damaged shirt by mistake.
The cat purring all the while, keeping up a steady noise, like a furry sort of machine. It inspects the bathroom with curiosity, as is its nature.
Every nook and cranny.
Inspection, hiss as the shower is turned on, Retreat into a corner. Why do cats dislike hissing noises? Who knows?
Stop this inane writing to make a mug of coffee.
Bialetti is full, empty it into a glass. Cold coffee leftovers for some other purpose.
Feed the cat a little bit of food from the fridge, let it eat. It is not really hungry at all. It just licks the lumps of cat food, then eats a whole one , then licks a bit more at the next. Then it loses interest and goes off into the bedroom.
Noises of the wife getting up, we both need to go to the accountant,

And now there is the sound of the coffee in the Bialetti percolator percolating.
time to go.

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