14 Sept 2015
the beeping of the waking machine at five in the morning The first monday. Bathroom and shower, teeth and hair. Slow today, who´s waiting for or wanting to go to work?
Wildo can hardly see the world, not a lot has changed in the last sixty years...
The cat is insistent. It is a carnivorous beast, albeit small, and it has its two interests in life. Feeding and sleeping. As it gets older there will be other interests, but they are not there yet..
Tiredness will take its toll today, and so into the street. It is just another day, now that the sun is not up yet all the street lamps are on, and one driver speeding his car down the centre of the pedestrian zone. Illegal short cut in a fast car.
The bus is early, uncertainty. Get in, pay up,
sit down. Routine has it's way.
There are new faces in the bus, the routine has been broken. And at the railway stataion, dazed, big blondy and Anastasia, one serves coffee, one retires to the back room.
And in the waiting room; The man with the cheery face, blue overall and hair like a blonde hedgehog is at his table reading his newspaper. He is alone.
and take out the notepad, check that the pen is working, and commence this account..
It is a routine, daily work, daily bread. The train is crowded beyond belief, and the toilet's supply tank is leaking all over the floor of the carriage.
It is definitely Monday.
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