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        13. 10. 20/5

Awake, five in the morning.

silence the clock, there is no need for it today. Doctors day, or at least, doctors morning today.

get up at seven, and shower, brush all that needs to be brushed, return 󰀀to󰀁 the bedroom and put on the days clothing. The son is up, about, packing his bags, making. his porridge for his breakfast.

He is singing, happy. He has a Latin test today, and he does not seem to be worried at all. The cat is purring about the flat, looking for edibles, or attention, or maybe it is just trying to satisfy it's curious itg. Doctors day today, make a cup of coffee, make a pot and take a cup. White Apilco cup, French best porcelain. The coffee is black and hot. The son is brushing his hair, and one piece of porridge remains in his hair. How it got there nobody knows. But eventually he finds it in the hairbrush.

Surprise. The wife laughs. She still has her sleeping clothes on.

get the bag, and leave the house, down the street, past The church. Make a telephone call, telling the people at work to save the coffee for later, it is doctors day today.

up the street, past the post office, up the left hand side of the street. There are the arcades, the post office, a gentleman outfitters, and an antique shop.

The old jail on the cusp of the rise, a grey building from the beginning of the last century, with thick bars lefore the windows, and still with heavy bars in front of all its doors. There are old security cameras at every corner now too. The gaol has been moved out into the country. The house is deserted, it was last used as a party space, but the local fire department established that there are insufficient fire escapes in the building, now it is deserted even by the partygoers...

and sit in the doctors waiting room, listen to an elderly couple opposite discussing a magazine on foodstuffs and cooking. The man is derisive, he knows it all better, his wife is politely attentive, yawningq all the while. The man just carries on with his rant, he does not realise that his wife is disinterested.

Both are wearing grey pullovers, his with a grey shirt's collar slowing over the top, she with a polo-kneck. He has blue jeans, she a pair of maroon trousers. He has black shoes, she is nearing sports shoes with three stripes, on the side.

and thus the beginning of this day ends in a doctors waiting room-