Saturday morning, still, there is the sound of the son up early, the only sign of the sun being the pale grey sky. The old back, with it's discs out of place, is sore. Nothing not to be overcome with some pain and difficulty. A sad companion when your age increases. Along with all those other diseases and changes in the body, and the firm command saying: "You do not need to get up. Why bother?"
"Pourquoi? C'est seulement une jour sans travail! Fait rien! Restez ici"
Why on earth is that character trying to talk French? Perhaps he thinks that he is talking to the lord mayor in some a story by a great Irish writer.
No, ¡Madness!!, it is half past ten. Rubbish- get up.
The cat looks and Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
ein tiefes Brummen, ein wedelnder Schwanz.
Now thoughts are in German, and off to the bathroom, and sit down and, süße Erleichterung.
Brush the teeth and look at the orchid, alive yet, and showing no signs of death. Orchids probably like damp and fetid air, they are, after all, parasites
Brush the teeth, comb the hair,
then to the bedroom, get some day clothes on, go to the kitchen, start cleaning the mess left by the sons breakfast and grind coffee, fill the pot, burn the gas, clean up more, sweep the floor.
Set up the computer, drink the breakfast drink.
write these notes
get on with the day.
"Pourquoi? C'est seulement une jour sans travail! Fait rien! Restez ici"
Why on earth is that character trying to talk French? Perhaps he thinks that he is talking to the lord mayor in some a story by a great Irish writer.
No, ¡Madness!!, it is half past ten. Rubbish- get up.
The cat looks and Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
ein tiefes Brummen, ein wedelnder Schwanz.
Now thoughts are in German, and off to the bathroom, and sit down and, süße Erleichterung.
Brush the teeth and look at the orchid, alive yet, and showing no signs of death. Orchids probably like damp and fetid air, they are, after all, parasites
Brush the teeth, comb the hair,
then to the bedroom, get some day clothes on, go to the kitchen, start cleaning the mess left by the sons breakfast and grind coffee, fill the pot, burn the gas, clean up more, sweep the floor.
Set up the computer, drink the breakfast drink.
write these notes
get on with the day.
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