The clock sounds from the small table across the room, struggle out of the mask and stagger across the rommo, and turn the small beeper with the mostrous sound off.
And straight into the bathroom , shave first , then shower- dry the body with a small towel and get back to the bedroom. take the fresh underclothes from the wardrobe, and so get dressed for yet another day of horrors at work.
Take the little pill, as prescribed by the doctor. There are letters and numbers printed onto each pill, For identifications sake!
Leave the flat, and leave the house. There is a small shop opposite, an upholstery workshop, run by some artisan, most likely.
It is lit up, and all the furniture is visible inside. There is a chair hanging on a hook on the wall.
Move on, pass the endlessly tall gothic window of the church at the end of the street, and, see there, the philatelist´s shop "Briefmarken Engel" is all lit up too.
But the other shops are just normal, the sewing machine shop is sombre, the upstairs windows dim.
In the theater street a coca cola van is unloading its things, ready for the day. Inside , the owner is watching, he runs the budget bakery. It is a discount bakery,with a small café attached. The manager, a big man with long blonde hair.
Dolores is at the bus stop, as every day- almost. Today she is collected by the man in the silver car, he had been parked about one hundred yards down the street. This collection business has happened before, the man has a moustache and his car has no hubcaps. Dolores gets in, closes the door, puts on her seatbelt and they depart, proceeding slowly over the bridge.
Read some local news on the TFT screens during the uneventful bus ride to the station. There seems to be nothing of interest here.
While the new doors at the railway station may well be a technical improvement, they detract seriously from any aesthetic appeal that the station may have.
Get a cup of coffee from the team lider at Yorma`s, ein kaffee bitte , she is getting faster all the time.
Goo Meng
Guten Morgen
Good morning Hedgehog.
He is wearing a skull cap against the cold today
And straight into the bathroom , shave first , then shower- dry the body with a small towel and get back to the bedroom. take the fresh underclothes from the wardrobe, and so get dressed for yet another day of horrors at work.
Take the little pill, as prescribed by the doctor. There are letters and numbers printed onto each pill, For identifications sake!
Leave the flat, and leave the house. There is a small shop opposite, an upholstery workshop, run by some artisan, most likely.
It is lit up, and all the furniture is visible inside. There is a chair hanging on a hook on the wall.
Move on, pass the endlessly tall gothic window of the church at the end of the street, and, see there, the philatelist´s shop "Briefmarken Engel" is all lit up too.
But the other shops are just normal, the sewing machine shop is sombre, the upstairs windows dim.
In the theater street a coca cola van is unloading its things, ready for the day. Inside , the owner is watching, he runs the budget bakery. It is a discount bakery,with a small café attached. The manager, a big man with long blonde hair.
Dolores is at the bus stop, as every day- almost. Today she is collected by the man in the silver car, he had been parked about one hundred yards down the street. This collection business has happened before, the man has a moustache and his car has no hubcaps. Dolores gets in, closes the door, puts on her seatbelt and they depart, proceeding slowly over the bridge.
Read some local news on the TFT screens during the uneventful bus ride to the station. There seems to be nothing of interest here.
While the new doors at the railway station may well be a technical improvement, they detract seriously from any aesthetic appeal that the station may have.
Get a cup of coffee from the team lider at Yorma`s, ein kaffee bitte , she is getting faster all the time.
Goo Meng
Guten Morgen
Good morning Hedgehog.
He is wearing a skull cap against the cold today
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