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.