30 January 2015
Recover from the dazed dregs of sleep slowly, after having identified the beeping noise in the dawn as the bedside clock. Sit up, and the cat is at the end of the bed. Pat the pet's head, and listen to her purring start. She fawns for attention, rubbing her head against the hand that will feed shortly. Brush the teeth and brush the hair These days at the end of the yea rare colder, now that the weather has finally turned seasonal. It has been the warmest December on record. The mobile phone informs of a wedding celebration in Ireland that will need to be attended to. The daughter at an old friend, a family long known, all friends. Where the money is to come from for the long journey, nobody knows yet, but I shall see.The cat, fed now, has it's face in the dish, the mobile telephone has been replaced in the inside pocket. It is time to go; yet on leaving the house, notice that there is one more thing to do. It is the day on which the yellow bags are to be collected. The neighbours bags are out on the pavement, and the others are still inside, back at the end of the yard in the dark. Back into the house, down the corridor and out into the yard. Collect those yellow bags and place them as neatly as time will allow alongside the others in the alley. Awaiting collection, later on on this early wednesday morning. There are more people than usual out on the streets today,maybe ten all together. It is time for the end of year sales, fireworks for new year, and so the shop people are at their business a few minutes earlier than usual. The discount bakery shop women gives am loud 'good morning". The street is full of yellow bags, awaiting collection.Some were burst open in the night, this must have been animals at work. There should be only plastic packaging waste inside these bags, but sometimes there is also something edible.The bus moves in, there is no waiting time. Walk on past the bus stop and step on board. The driver gets his counted money, and parts with a small paper ticket.
Read the CNN news that yet another hopeful has given up on the way to American presidency. Given up in the face of a pretentious clown!
DT-that is the same as the delirium tremens that other customer ahead is suffering from as he garrulously attempts conversation with the Indian gentleman.
The only reply-a curt 'next please'.
So far, the highlight of the day.
Recover from the dazed dregs of sleep slowly, after having identified the beeping noise in the dawn as the bedside clock. Sit up, and the cat is at the end of the bed. Pat the pet's head, and listen to her purring start. She fawns for attention, rubbing her head against the hand that will feed shortly. Brush the teeth and brush the hair These days at the end of the yea rare colder, now that the weather has finally turned seasonal. It has been the warmest December on record. The mobile phone informs of a wedding celebration in Ireland that will need to be attended to. The daughter at an old friend, a family long known, all friends. Where the money is to come from for the long journey, nobody knows yet, but I shall see.The cat, fed now, has it's face in the dish, the mobile telephone has been replaced in the inside pocket. It is time to go; yet on leaving the house, notice that there is one more thing to do. It is the day on which the yellow bags are to be collected. The neighbours bags are out on the pavement, and the others are still inside, back at the end of the yard in the dark. Back into the house, down the corridor and out into the yard. Collect those yellow bags and place them as neatly as time will allow alongside the others in the alley. Awaiting collection, later on on this early wednesday morning. There are more people than usual out on the streets today,maybe ten all together. It is time for the end of year sales, fireworks for new year, and so the shop people are at their business a few minutes earlier than usual. The discount bakery shop women gives am loud 'good morning". The street is full of yellow bags, awaiting collection.Some were burst open in the night, this must have been animals at work. There should be only plastic packaging waste inside these bags, but sometimes there is also something edible.The bus moves in, there is no waiting time. Walk on past the bus stop and step on board. The driver gets his counted money, and parts with a small paper ticket.
Read the CNN news that yet another hopeful has given up on the way to American presidency. Given up in the face of a pretentious clown!
DT-that is the same as the delirium tremens that other customer ahead is suffering from as he garrulously attempts conversation with the Indian gentleman.
The only reply-a curt 'next please'.
So far, the highlight of the day.
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