This account has been written on what is a grey last day of November, 2015.

30 Nov 2015

The cat and the clock, sound at the same time. The cat calls for food, the clock sounds by nature of it's coarser construction and programming.

Hear the son and the wife, preparing him for school,.. checking his bags and clothing. He has German tests, and Latin too, English, Maths and sundry subjects to answer for, before Christmas holidays start.

go to the bathroom, to wash and brush the ancient teeth. They will stay that way, there are too many people about with really over perfect demonstrations of dental craftsmanship in the middle of their faces. Rushing about with grins of youth in faces 'aged. There is no way that time can be reversed, and the trials and tribulations of this unrelenting passage will show; and if they cannot be held in pride as awards for having completed the course as is; then they cannot be hidden to allow the race to be run again.

The aged presenting themselves as youthful are an embarrassment, are marked as inappropriate failures. An old man wearing the ostentatious clothing of a young man justly proud of his youthful body is an embarrassment, a person of no reality, no more than that, a demonstration of backward, rearward facing, longings for passed opportunity. 

Look forward, to see where you are headed.

Time has passed and the coffee cup is-empty, the daily  elation thrill pill has been taken, the dishwasher started.
This account has been written on what is a grey last day of November, 2015. 

Those lullabies of ignorance for those who will not read.

    Sick leave, thank you. There is no darkness in the morning, due to there being no need to catch the early train, there is no exhaustion to combat. Late rising, and'} off that snorting waste last night.

                Ahhh- -

                Feline frisks, feeding time overdue.

        Son is up, watching films.

        He unpacks the old super eight.

        And looks at the tom and Jerry films from a  time when there were no streamed high definition. In the meantime, video tapes were to be invented. and to die, along with compact discs a while later...

And, in time, it will need a specialist to understand the written word. There will be less time, all things will be shown only in real time, in the video format where two idiots waste time introducing themselves, like 'hello, I'm Pat" and the other one' Hi and I'm John". Five minutes spent socialising, on a video clip, listening to egomaniac inability to express itself dearly, the most common expression the personal pronoun followed closely by the words "think" and "believe', "could" and "perhaps, or even" maybe".

Meaning the speaker doesn't know, cannot explain. is unsure, and could not care whether he or she misleads or not. And this calls-itself - a tutorial.

But then, it need not degenerate this way.

A now invisible form of communication may emerge to replace this stream of soporific hell.

These lullabies of ignorance for those who will not read. 

White snow from a leaden sky.

28.11.2015. An inferior wine can ruin sleep and cause head pains in the morning. A known fact, not worth writing about really.

The cat comes in to the bedroom, loud purrs, and commences to tread the human lying there, a steady tread-left right left right. It always does that when it wants to be fed.

        It does not need it, it is not underfed.

        Bathroom wash and shame, it is too late anyway now. Eight in the morning, a raturday. The third or fourth week now out of work, on sick leave from work. Now it is clear as to why insurance is a good idea. A sheet of glass, breaking, tears a hard. And then there is an endless amount of money to pay. Doctors, hospitals, employers, all get theirs..

        Return from the bathroom, the coffee is made, the son has stopped watching Tom and Jerry and is getting ready for the big performance today at eleven. Dressed in black with a white shirt, long hair combed. A respectable little eleven year old.

 His hair is longer than that of most of the girls in his class, a red mane over his shoulders.. His pride, he likes it that way, and it looks quite okay.

        And sit here, look out of the window as it starts to snow.

                White snow from a leaden sky. 

if it were that simple. A confusion of cause and principle.

27 November 20 is

cat pat, treading on the pad, on the bed. Purring to itself, wanting food, at five in the morning. Half asleep and quarter awake, the rest in a state of forgotten dreamsy. a dream enjoyed as it took place, and forgotten thereafter.

Seven, school time for the son. He is singing,

he has his choir performance in the church today, he is practising his text. Singing. excited big day and an important show for him. And for the relations too. Sitting in church, listen to song for those who have forgotten how to pray..

The cat is up and full of frisks, the son has gone to school, singing. And the day is cold and grey.

Read the news, hear that an internal problem is to be solved by military means in a country far away. This has been shown not to work in the past, a dismal failure two times, three times several times. Vietnam Somalia Iraq Afghanistan and Iraq again. Dismal.

Big Brother seems not to work in real life. This does not stop people trying, or believing that these methods will succeed.

If it were that simple. A confusion of cause and principle.

The French killers, Europeans, so why search for solutions elsewhere?

And that is the end of the news. The cat has played with an empty ink cartridge. Substitute for a mouse, it is thrown into the air, chewed, and pounced upon..

There are no real mice here.

Lazy.

26 November 2015

.. it is far too late. Looking at the television last night, another American series, all about supermen, with strange properties.

... ridiculous waste of time.

It is far too late now, replace the brace after a shower, talk to the cat, talk to the wife, read mail drink breakfast coffee, take the little white pill to shrink the mind to a happy state, a state where the surrounding world is not so frightfully bright, glaringly aggressive.

Sitting at the big sitting room table,he small writing table with its many drawers full of varied secrets is opposite, open, with the utensils  on view needed by the son to do his homework.

All the furniture is old, used, and would probably

tell stories if it could talk.

It can't though, and that is a good thing.

Too late, far too late.

Lazy. 

a grey sombre building now unused

25. November 2015

Sky grey outside, dark grey. The cat wants at feeding. The clock shows seven forty four, get up, take a shower.

Find clothing, and walking shoes I pack the small bag and leave the house. Walk to the hospital now, get the hand seen to. The wound is healing nicely, in time there will be a small scar. There is wet soggy snow today, lying on the pavement, over at the edges of the sidewalk.It is slushy The face burns when snow falls onto it. Walk past Martins church, down a side alley, and on across the holy Trinity square, a tatty place, an ugly town square, with a car park and a few ill-chosen bushes and a seedy bit of canine toilet lawn. 

Pass the old prison, a grey sombre building now unused. Some people want to knock it down, some people want it preserved.

Proceed up the wet cold street, pass the Taekwondo fitness studio. 

There are bakers shops everywhere, do people really eat that much bread and cake?

But all these shops must be making some hind of a living. There are cyclists on the footpath; it is too dangerous to use the street. The cyclists are in a hurry, it is better to step aside.

The town street joins a main road in a large knot of traffic lights, pedestrian islands and slip roads. Proceed up the hill to be ready for the doctor's appointment. It is a wet cold grey miserable day, no day for walking.

The hospital is twenty minutes away on foot. This is at least exercise, and well-

after a twenty minutes wait  hear the news that there is to to be no manual work till Christmas.
Doc's orders.

get the hair washed by Rose and cut by Sabrina.

2.4. Nov 2015

the honky alarm, honk, honk. That belongs to the wife, an alarm to destroy sleep, to wake the neighbours and alert the son.

School day.

Oh, get up, go into The kitchen. Make coffee, start the dish washing machine. A small brick of detergent, close the flap and press the button. And then the coffee burbles away to itself in the Italian machine.

Ready to go

        Take a shower, drink coffee again.

go to the main street to the barbers, get the hair washed by Rose and cut by Sabrina. She does a great job, and now the man in the mirror is much younger.

Go back home and drink some more.

And Then off to the hospital to have the brace repaired It had fallen apart in the night, the hook.. 

She is bored. She yawns.

23121. 20/5

Alarm, dimly realise that this is the start of the school day Monday.

..... stay in bed, there is no wish to disturb the started sequence of the day. And then, when he has gone, go to the bathroom, repair the arm brace, search for papers. Ergo therapy at one. Why do they call it ergo therapy. Sort the heap of paper residue on the desk. tempts, bills, price lists.

An alderman in his night clothes at a small desk sorting papers, some of which will be relevant and some of which will never be important again.

On the other hand, some are of great importance -> they are things for insurances, for doctors.

The paper storm caused by a cut tendon at the little finger!

Into the kitchen, the wife has just taken the last of the cold coffee from yesterday. She says that she likes it that way. Make coffee fresh, cold coffee is not every body's taste, and it does not need to be.

and in the sitting room, write these notes. An electronic pen records the marks on the paper, later another machine takes care of the conversion to type. It is easier this way, now that the left hard is temporarily out of service.

It starts to snow, big fluffy flakes falling slowly to the ground. They melt there, "the ground is too warm to allow them to survive this contact, it will not be coated in snow yet.

        

Men are digging up the pavement on the other side of the alley. They are most professional, the

work is done quickly

The cat sits-down opposite, at the far end of the table.

Here are photos of the cat, sitting at the far end of the table.

She is bored. She yawns. 

the grinder and the machine

22.11.2015

Son in the bright grey lit bedroom, comes in and jumps into the parental bed. He is excited by the first snow of the winter.

It is late, and it is Sunday today, a grey Sunday.. Snow is falling, small fluttering flakes, slowly making their way to the ground.

snow remains on all of the window ledges, but melts on the concrete pavement. Temperatures outside must he cold enough to cause the snow, but not enough to cool down the concrete.

Bathroom, brush teeth,-wash hands. Replace the brace on the arm, put the spring for the little finger in it's place. There is no pain at all, only if the hand is put to use is there a slight ache. Putting the hand to use is verboten.

Make coffee, the grinder and the machine.

There are no cups in the cupboard, open the dishwasher to find some there. Make up a cup, sweetener and milk added, for the wife. Bring it in to the bed, receive thanks.

 Return to the living room with another cup, look out of the window.

The snow is falling faster now, it: is wet due to the barely increased temperatures of the proceeding day.

and as this has been written, the snow has stopped. and melted from everything but the roofs of the houses.. These are always colder than anything else.

Seen from above the whole town must now be a white-roofed ensemble, ready for Christmas, the celebrations for this annual event will start in about a week.

The cat is fed, and the son is doing his homeward, His homework in English, his second foreign language at choice.

And the bells sound, calling the faithful to church. Snow is falling again, pretty to watch, the flakes larger, and wandering from side to side on their downward journey.

And it will be winter with the end of March. 

Bad news, trouble. But the sitting room has been tidied.

21.11. 2015

Sleep was disturbed in the night by tightwads of collapsing arms and disintegrating friendships.

And in the morning the machine told that there had been eight and a half hours of sleep, this is so much more than usual.

Go next door into the kitchen, empty the coffee grounds and grind with that noisy little electrical grinder bought in Hertie's department store thirty years ago.. Cat claims more food, and the son comes out and provides more food on a fresh plate. She is happy, for a short while, and then the food is all gone.-The cat would like more. There is none available.

It is a grey dull day, a little bit of sun illuminates the balcony on the other house. That bit of sun goes again, and leaves the weather like this mind: Dull any grey today.

There is bad news in the email, too. Bad news for all.

Bad news, trouble.

But the sitting room has been tidied. 

Physiotherapy for the left hand and it's little finger

20.11.2015

The dream, now forgotten; ended by the persistent beeping of the dork, which is duly silenced.

It is strange that dreams can be so completely forgotten. so quickly, yet are so real and all-absorbingly important as they happen. The mind tidying and sorting, or something Who knows anything about the process involved in detail?. Probably very few people in this world.

Bathroom, ignore the cat, the cat begging for attention yet again. Bathroom, dishevelled old man in the mirror, comb his grey hair anyway. Brush the teeth too.

Make coffee as the towel alarm clocks sound, announcing the son's awakening. He passes by, hair like a mop, confused, not asleep but not fully awake to the world yet.

Rain today, hear the drops from the roof in the guttering,a steady sound. pleasant.

        Like the

rain on leaves in a deciduous forest, a pleasant sound

As long as you are not getting wet.

Finish the coffee, take the pen and write this account,. these notes on daily futility.

Today is the day for physiotherapy.

Physiotherapy for the left hand and it's little finger:

The cat may be suffering from boredom.

19.11.. 20/5

awaken, driven by guilt, guilty of having stayed up too late the night before. It would be in order, had the film on the television not been such an ignorant horror film. A case of a common theme, difficult and spectacular imagery, blood, gore. murder and mayhem. A poor film, a bad story. A waste of actors talent. Like a book, that although beautiful printed, perfectly bound, filled with grammatically perfectly ordered words in an orthographic perfection may be complete and utter drivel.

Or it may be literary masterpiece that furthers the cause of humanity. Still, these things are read, watched, heard, felt by so many that their manufacture is worth while, supporting an industry.

Awaken late, nine in the morning, heard the son leave the house early, much earlier.

This torn tendon in the left hand is causing more damage than at first anticipated, and in a form that was entirely unexpected. Instead of using the time, the time is being wasted. Impossible.

Get up, get clothes on for the day. Do not run about in night clothes during the day. Nine thirty, make coffee for breakfast. Do not panic, it is later now, the day is going fast. Clear cold sun of a late autumnal morning outside, it is already past ten in the morning. Write the morning notes, these morning notes, the only plan for the day.

The time for resting from the shock of nearly having lost all of the fingers of the left hand-must pass. Thunderstone! The understanding of this is cause for indolence, this being the only life that we have and nobody owes us a living. Watch the cat jump up onto the table in the kitchen.soft pawed, silent, checking all of the items there. 

The cat may be suffering from boredom. 

lousy start to Reformation Day, a school holiday.

18.11.2015

Singular, awaken down. Wake up? Rubbish, it was better to be asleep. It is too late into the day today. It is seven thirty.. A hangover, a solitary hang over-head. No alcohol at all yesterday, a few beer the day before. Still, a hangover. A bit of brain-eating depression, cognitive functions take time out, the world hides behind a grey fog of anger, short temper, impatience.

Remove the brace, remove the sock, the shin is covered in motion, red and swollen. Some disagreeable substance has caused that..

Goto the bathroom, a shower and a shave, a brush of teeth may serve to clear the head and to free the mind from unreasonable anger.

This does not work. The anger at the prevailing mess remains. 

Tell the son to clear up his books and papers lying tielhat lie on the sitting room floor.  Tell the son to cleanup his books and his papers from the sitting room floor

All he does is ignore,

continues with his computer game.

TELL THE SON TO CLEAR UP HIS MESS.

No Result, clear the mess up and place it on the keyboard under his nose.

A fit of anger is the result, No concept of tidiness. A shouting fit, and then it is over.

Make a pot of coffee for the morning, clear up some at the mess in the kitchen at the same time.

The son returns with an offer, Let us go out and

buy some rolls at the bakery, and have breakfast.

A good idea to end this lousy start to Reformation Day, a school holiday.

like the rain clouds over the mountains that deliver no water to a famous city far away

17.11.2015

There is an orange cloud against a blue sky to be seen in the reflection of the sky in the window glass of the glazed balcony opposite. Light leaking in through the window is blue today, and in the background the sound of the sons preparations for school increases in volume.

stay in bed until the bathroom is free. Put on fresh clothing upon returning. The Velcro on the green brace immobilising the hand is losing it's grip....

The days spent at home are strange, work has been the prime absorber of time for the last years, those last twenty years. Or thirty, now that the mind looks back, no, thirty five years.

And now, a whole different time management. The left arm restricted, no real work is possible..

The daily dealings with fellow travellers and colleagues have stopped. There is no time on the train, and it is only now, after two weeks, that a routine is starting to establish itself.-

This may be a foretaste of retirement, due now in five years. Maybe it is a warning, nothing will probably turn out as expected..

The workings of this mind are shown superficially in these notes. A scratch on the surface, an attempt to show the reactions of this mass of synapse behind the outposts of ears, eyes, fingers and toes.

A working interface, Unfurling it's functionality as the day sweeps on.

like the rain clouds over the mountains that deliver no water to a famous city far  away

Together with the lack of sleep a knockout.

16.11.2015

        Awake at night, no sleep despite tiredness.

Alarm clock sounds think a while.

Take off the hissing mask.

Take a shower, was h hair and share.
swallow a pill "elles ont rit"

Hear the son getting ready for school, he has a test today. Latin. Things could be better.

His red hair freshly brushed, he takes off for school.

The young cat starts a fight with a feather duster.

The eat is bored.

It is monday, a typical monday at home.
the pill takes effect.

Together with the lack of sleep a knockout.
Sleep till eleven. On the couch.

All waiting for a cafe breakfast, On a Sunday.

 15.11.2015.

        'Purr', on a Sunday, the cat offers it's head for a pat. Soft, furry little animal, get up, and she goes berserk thinking of food on the way.

        And the human goes to the bathroom, the room with the blue tiles and the white porcelain, the silvery taps and the glass shower.

        Brushes teeth too.

        and by then the son is up and the cat is fed. By him. One chore less.

        The living room is still a mess.,

        Coffee, the first stage for breakfast, and leave the house. Peace in the street, the street is bare.. Join the queue at the Marels bakery, a yellow and white shop, people wait impatiently.

        What will it he?

        "vier Kaiser semmetn

        Alice?

        and two pretzels'

        Alice?

        "A lauger semmerl no"

        Alice?

        "Veer mohn"

        Alice?

        "Una Sesambrot"

        "Alice?"

        Alice!

        By now the heap of bakery products on the counter has grown, an account is made and the hill placed.

.. Donley! Donkey!

Any more customers like that!?.

There are five more ahead, it is not too bad.. And Wildo?

. "faint bvezn und ein stitch von diesenfpomting) Kcchdd.. The waves are placed on the counter.

'Will that be all?'

That will be all.

Thank you!

Bitter score!

And pay, and go.

Pass the line of customers outside the French cafe.

All waiting for a cafe breakfast

On a Sunday. 

One hundred and twenty indiscriminate murders

  015

        awake, out of a sleep of great depth, all dreams finished the wife is up, the son is up, beautiful morning light in the grey day.

Hear the wifeleave the house and so get up, bathroom, brush teeth. The hand has recieved damage from water, it was wrong to shower yesterday. The wound is open, the stitches loose.. So no shower today, hold the left hand behind the back, wash with the right.

                This is not a good job...

        son is up,-and, happy, surfing. Make a drink of coffee for the morning, listen to him sing.' Hear a few Latin vowels, then he needs  to go to Saturdays choir practice.

        Start the grey apple, look at the news.

        Terror in Paris, young people murdered having a good night out by some fanatics who claim and believe that this will further their cause.

        One hundred and twenty indiscriminate murders, unknowing of who or what or why or-

        The culprit's will be found, but the dead and maimed will remain and fade. 

And continue into the confusion of the day.

Nov 13,2015.
Warm autumn morning outside behind the dark of dawn. Struggle to silence the clock, rest awhile further into the starting day.
Young man up, combs his hair, a red flame in the dim light, the morning highlight  in the twilit flat.
A sort of twilight in the head as well.
The son is playing with the cat...
The cat likes that.
Bah..but he needs to go to school..
The dissapointed cat sits on his chair at the table, then puts its paws on the table, reaches forward with her head and takes the remains of the sons breakfast from the same table.
The cat attempts to do the thing's we humans do. She see's herself as part of the family
She is seen as the cat Miriam.
Coffee is made, to start the day.
The day is now brighter, soft light on account of  cloud diffusion of the sunlight... And continue into the confusion of the day. 

Ow - wow..Ow - wow..

Nov 12, 2015

awake in the night, fall asleep and alarm at six forty. This is an exercise in will power and discipline this long post hospital luxuriation must stop .Goto the lathroom, shower and shave, as the purring eat rubs it's back on the bare legs. Somebody has sprayed showing cream onto the wall, and it has dried. The green stain is hard to remove.Wet shaving works better than the old machine, the Phillips

- three- head, which just tears, rips, and pulls the little hairs.

Ow - wow..Ow - wow..

Back to the bedroom, fit the brace, replace the plaster with a new plaster,

        - 

Learn to use times of sickness

awaken with a dense feeling in the head, hear the son leave for school. No need for work today, no, no, these are doctor's orders. A strange brace, with it's strings and springs, custom made, an ill fitting, green plastic device encases the left arm

Four weeks more.

Emails from work, people missing the services no longer provided. This is complex; these people will be disappointed. But the situation there is as required by those superiors who made the decisions. They are responsible themselves.

Wake some more, wash. The wife has gone, a story of the son's school. A meeting with the teachers. confusion, unfocused.

Transportation service rings. There is a document missing.It is good of them to call, bureaucracy, export, regulations. It was only an Ebay sale. Still, parcels to china are a problem.

From Germany. For private use.

The wife returns, in a rage. She did not hear what she had wanted to hear.

Now change into day clothes.

sitting room, ironing board, newspapers every where. The door to the son's room is open, He has forgotten to turn off the light.

It will be time to tidy the flat again. This well take time, the left hand´s impairment shows.

Learn to use times of sickness- ponder on what has gone wrong in the past, and prepare for the future. 

A language dies a second death, not even scholars use it any more.

Nov 10,2015

Feline calls, cat wants to go out, or else it wants food... let it out, go to the bathroom. It is dawn, let the cat in out of the dark again. In this light, the animal is no more than a grey shape, rushing over the floor. Silence outside, this town is asleep.

One hour later the electronic honking of alarm sounds, the wife gets up, the son gets up, all things ready for school, and he is gone. silently, happy. He achieved first grade in English language yesterday this makes him pleased and optimistic today.

Make the morning coffee, using the usual utensils. The coffee grinder that was bought thirty years ago still serves well. It was expensive then, now it is old.

Go for a shower, and change to day clothes. When there is no need, the day runs more slowly, still, it is late.

The bedroom is a mess, clothes on the floor, dust under the bed. Things need to be done,. house work.: with only a right hand serviceable, this will take more time. Well, so what, there is plenty of it. In the sitting room there is an ironing board placed in front of the window, and there are school books lying about.

The detritus of last night's last-minute Latin, the results will not be as good as with English.

A language dies a second death, not even scholars use it any more. 

There is room for more strangeness and change.

Nor 9, 2015

Tablet borne sleep,' well Bertie', or some such. Then there is rest for the wicked after all.,. Waken to the sound of the son on his way to school, it is half past seven in the morning. The mask is delivering unerringly the fresh dry air to the nostrils, and the breathing is easy.

Get up, do those bathroom things, check the wound on the hand. Small swelling, nothing to worry about. The thought that more tendons might have been cut, horror.....

Oh, forget that.

Stay at home until all of this heals, and do positive things with the extra time. A strange gift, a strange warning.

Make the morning coffee, strong cup, big machine. Take the ELOTRIn-Pill, and wonder, is it responsible for all this extra energy, good humour.

Nobody understands, and it all may just be a side effect of all the damage that is being done elsewhere.

And enjoy-.

Two hours later, three cups, second pot. Look up parcel insurance, a sale in china. Private, an item long unused.

Sold from the living room, no talking to the customer. A strange and different world to the one we grew up in.

And-

There is room for more strangeness and change. 

Leave glazing to glaziers, they know how to handle glass without injury.

November 8,2015

Awaken pondering on the functionality of that breathing mask. It catches all those horrible dreams of asphyxiation, nightmares of choking and paralysis just do not take place any more..

Good.

kitchen, grind coffee, take apart the coffee maker. The sealing rings bought yesterday are too small, need to return these on Monday. Turn on the gas, put the pot on the blue flamed ring of fire,.

Sound from the son's room, he is in good humour, he seems happy. Yesterdays excursion with his friends did him good.

Sit in the living room, read the grey machine, no wisdom there today. The son watches television, a sentimental account of a man who lends his expertise to failing restaurants and helps them to new success and tighter futures. Reality soaps, or reality TV, or some similar genre. He needs to check on his Latin vocabulary later. Stress for twelve-year-old.. If all goes to plan, he must endure another six years of schooling... It will get worse before it gets better.

Shower today, hot. Unpack the left hand, all stitched like a Christmas roast, healing away to itself. The wound is well closed, and the medical sock covering it all is no longer clean

Cold water heats, hot water now. Heats and heals, the shower head is blocked with limescale yet again.

Then a fresh plaster, the fresh arm sock, the trace and hook up the cord for the spring. Another three weeks of this.

Leave glazing to glaziers, they know how to handle glass without injury. 

But good for the mind, good for the memory, and the understanding of systems of conversation.

November 7, 2015

Slow today, slow Saturday. A wake at dawn,, bathroom, and find some fresh clothing in the wardrobe. A F shit, some socks. It is a grey day, the sun has not risen yet. The young son has risen, and has fed the cat. Now both are up on his high bed, looking down. The cat, well groomed as always, himself a mass of tousled red hair

'Make a cup of brown brew, fresh ground coffee, super market brand. Fill the coffee maker, Italian aluminium, nine cups. Put the loaded contrivance on the gas, and watch as the drops of water that make it past the ancient and decrepit  seal between the upper receptacle and the lower pressure container- Individual drops run down the machine, only to vaporise before they reach it's bottom. Only a very few make it past the heat rising from the gas ring to the stainless steel surface underneath.

They evaporate there too, only more slowly. and some time later, the.coffeemaker makes a rumbling noise.. Coffee is made.

A cup for the wife, sweetener and milk, too early yet. leaving that at the bedside, on the little box that is there.

Install the spring on the Kienelt arm brace, so that the little finger may be exercised, exercised without putting pressure on the surgeons work.

Till the tendons have healed.

And now the son is up, and is concerned over his Latin.

The endless vocabulary of a language no longer used in every day conversation..

But good for the mind, good for the memory, and the understanding of systems of conversation. 

All done, see what the day brings

Nov 6,2015

awaken, cat noise, home., bed is the own. Brace on hand, mask on nose.

At home again.

six. Too Du loo, and luck to bed. Ignore the cat.

Spring on the brace is missing it fell off during the night. Not now.

So back to sleep for two hours more.

Eight, awake again. Cat giving a concert of feline

contumely. She is seriously dissapointed, but there is no

time at present.

Small torch, find the spring from the brace under the bed.

Put the Kermit-green device together, now the little finger. can be moved up, and falls back on its own, thus keeping the sinews mobile whilst not jeopardising the surgeons stitching work with undue strains.

Shower, wash hair. First time since the accident involving a sheet of plate glass under the influence of gravity.

And put on the splint, the brace, or whatever this plastic construction is known as.

Feed the cat, ring the doc, make an appointment,

German bureaucracy.

Free medical aid, Insurance for all and every eventuality..

Plaster on the wound, fresh coffee from the wife,

fresh plaster on the hand.

All done, see what the day brings. 

Go home this morning, when all is done.

Nov 5,2015

        "Gut en Morgen", Loud voice, neon hum, Blazing light reflected of of the pure white eating.. After

spending a large part at the night awake listening to neighbours snoring, and visits to the bathroom, and

the painkiller pumping machine sounding malfunction alarms at three in the morning, this

is an affront, a disaster, interruptio somnabilis, or some such.

        Young endearing nurse with a big smile and a really happy expression. The sweet young

thing is a sadist, obviously. Blood pressure robots get attached to the arms, buttons are pressed, they inflate their little balloons. Then the thermometers are pushed into the patient patients' ears. All is well, all is normal.

She leaves and the breakfast arrives, two slices of bread, some cheese and sausage, a small thing

full of jam. And- a pot of coffee.

        The neighbour goes short, he is to be operated on

again.. No breakfast.

        The doctor's swarm the ward, coming glancing

professionally and leaving. One stays, to complain

about  to the orthopaedic mechanic about the functionality of the plastic splint that he has made.

        Off to the workshop, make adjustments.

        Go home this morning, when all is done. 

his colleagues work.

4th November

        Different room, changed yesterday. One man with infected

hand. And one man with a glass injury. One right, one left.

And one man with a mysterious fainting attack, delivered in

at midnight, complaining of poor service.

        Morning time, up at seven. To ad a loo, antibiotics every where.

And back to that super c1ean ospital bed

snores of the midnight man and the right hand man. He

has pain, the right hand man does. The other one gets up,

gets dressed, makes his bed. Short and heavy.

Ready to complain. The quiet man with the sore right hand,

infected by mysterious means, the sinew injured sits and waits, no complaints. He told his story of long ago, seventy years ago a fugitive... When a mechanic.

Now a pensioner.

Breakfast, a roll, a slice of bread, butter and an egg.

Coffee in plenty, two cups.

Insistence on the part of the nurse delivering the food that she peels the egg, the egg placed naked in the egg cup.

To save the mess the eggs are hard boiled, but for show they are presented like the more traditional soft boiled

Eat sitting perched on the side of the bed before the extendable bedside cabinet. Watch the heavy man dive upon his breakfast, with loud and effuse due praise for the chef. A small businessman with a small firm setting prefabricated houses.

The plates are cleared and a nurse comes in to read all of the blood pressure. Little machines attached to the wrist with Velcro. Blood pressure reading and pulse taking robots..

A probe pushed into the ear reads temperature. So much for that. assistant Physiotherapist's,, starts moving the damaged hand.

And explanations why. Nice person.

Physiotherapist arrives, looks at the custom arm splint,

and describes it as shoddy work. He then explains that his information is qualified, as he is an orthopaedic  mechanic himself. He has a workshop too.

Perhaps a conflict of interest is clouding his judgement
oF

his colleagues work. 

memory notes for tuesday,written on wednesday

3rd November 2015 / From Memory.

Awaken to snares and snores from the next bed, the man withno legs is overweight, has treat wing (rotten) wrong DATE b

That is the morning of the fourth, on the third it was the man will

the chip out of his ear and the one with the hole in his face.

Both nice old gents, one with a basalioma and one with a

melanoma. One Yesterday

        Both scaredBoth due to be operated on. He has his head

wrapped in bandages, a turban  on his head, and a lengthy of bandages around his chin, like a helmet. His ear has been clipped, a wedge taken out. The other will gofor his operation today.

     
 Cheery nurse, breakfast. Offfer to butter the bread, refuse, it is after all the left hand that was hurt by the falling glass.

Two slices of tread and a roll, some butter, ham and jam.

A Hospital breakfast, nourishment for a day doing nothing, other than chatting to doctors and fellow patients, fella patients in their states of personal shock.

        The morning dribbles past, doctor's visitations,  inspect, and measure. The ear man goes, and the legless man comes. The ticking anaesthetic dosing machine drowns all awareness.

tomorrow hospital day,second of November

it is the cat calling from outside the room, that awakens. The wife gets up, lets the cat out, no, the cat wants to be inside after all.
Deep rumbling cats purr.
At the sound of the clock, get up. Bathroom and wash, This is all unusually difficult, there is a splint on the left arm, it is all bandaged.
Take all of the oills that the doctor had ordered, antibiotics to stop the hand's deep cut from becoming infected. Cut sinew, big fuss, nuisance. Careless handling of a heavy sheet of broken glass.

And the hand will be put together again today,an operation for some specialist.

And the cat has been fed. It was difficult to open the tin and to fork out the cat food.
Supposedly, it is a happy cat now.
All are silent in the house now, it is early, early on a Monday morning.

cut left hand

The chatter of the eleven-year-old computer specialists. which all spent the night, can be heard in the flat. They are playing their sandpit game utilizing facetime, rather than online. Preferable.  Three computers, three children.
Typing one handed, right hand in sling.
slow
The cat is lively, begging, Open a fresh tin, and spoon out the cat food.
Not having the use the left hand slows this operation too.

Getting day clothes on is awkward too, the people in the hospital have left some gadget on the right arm which allows them access to the circulatory system.
All very awkward.

Things happen suddenly, sometimes.

Tinny tuss hiss. Stress a pernanent companion