There is little to say in this world

10 December 2015

Alarms, the young son likes to use a mobile telephone instead of an alarm clock. Hear the hum of the vibrating ring tone and hear him climbing out of his bed. The morning's fuss and bother begins As it is realised that the cat has disappeared. It seems not to be in the flat. This is strange. The animal is normally very keen on it's food, it Is unusual for it to not be present in the morning. Let us hope that it turns up soon. The son is at school, so settle down, make the coffee, and find this notebook and the pen. 

Look out of the window at the life in the alley. There are workmen opposite putting finishing touches to the newly renovated house opposite. A tiny orange truck with a flashing beacon on its roof is stopped at the corner of the street, with two men in orange attire accompanying it.

These must be municipal street cleaners at work: cleaning up the debris of last night, leaving the street's gutters of things left by passers-by on their way home. 

There is little to say, the sound of tinnitus almost drowning the noise from the street. A steady hiss, this has been going on for years. Sometimes not so bad, sometimes worse. Never unbearable, never gone. 

There is little to say in this world that revolves around convalescence. There are many things that can not and should not be done, and the situation after such an accident,such a tiny mishap, is strange. Injuries to the body can take a very long time to heal .In the end, we simply need to get used to a changed situation.