Wed, December second, 2015
A night of interrupted sleep, a cold infection. Suitable for the time of the year and for the grey cold weather. listen to the son get ready for school, and hear him leave. There is no need to get up and to be in the way of all these activities..
A telephone call from the type salesman. The man wheels are there, and they can he fitted today. This is something to do, something else.
Have a small fight with the house cat. She rolls onto her back and grabs the hand on her tummy with her clawed pans, an intent expression on her feline face, eyes wide.
Happy hunting cat. And after her little game she is hungry. Put food on her plate, let the cat eat. She is a happy young cat. How much longer will she grow?
Make coffee, a large can fall. And write as it bubbles on the gas. Look out of the window, it is nine, and then is the lady from Oldy but Goldy the secondhand shop, hanging out her wares. She is joking with a passersby, a woman and her child approach along the alley, the sound of their greetings are dampened by those double glazed windows. Gold is dressed' in 'browns and has golden hair, yellow locks of it.
goldilocks, oldieloeks.
Drink coffee, watch trade in the cobbled alley. A beer track stops at the restaurant opposite to deliver it's wares.
And it is time to go to the tire fitters
No comments:
Post a Comment