Get up, take it easy. There is an errand to be done before work, a short visit to the hospital, just to get a paper docket signed by a doctor.
This is required by the insurance company.
Take a shower, pet the cat. The cat is very friendly this morning, head butting and back rubbing as cats do. Lie down for some minutes more, it is only half past six. Earlier than neccessary.
The wife lets out a shout. Dismay.
She has left the car in a car park permitted for public use during the weekends only. And it is Monday. The weekend has ended.
So get out the day's clothing fast and furious, get dressed, a practical hooded tee shirt under the jacket and walk across the small town centre in the pouring rain. There are workers in the early morning bakery, chatting in the yellow light. Go up a narrow lane and pass the ruins of last years christmas market, all the stands not dismantled yet.
Hurry past the sons school, see the early students from the vocational school in the fast food snack shop on the corner.
And from there on into the car park, there is the car. It is the only car bar one on the parking space.
Get in, drive it home through the incipient rush hour traffic and the wiper driven rain, and park in the first free space.
And when at home again, make a pot and drink a cup.
Change the hoodie for a jacket, make jokes with the son, his hair is all over the place again. He refuses to let it be cut, and since long hair is neither illegal nor ugly, he will wear it that way untill he is fed up with it
Back to the car, let the day begin.
This is required by the insurance company.
Take a shower, pet the cat. The cat is very friendly this morning, head butting and back rubbing as cats do. Lie down for some minutes more, it is only half past six. Earlier than neccessary.
The wife lets out a shout. Dismay.
She has left the car in a car park permitted for public use during the weekends only. And it is Monday. The weekend has ended.
So get out the day's clothing fast and furious, get dressed, a practical hooded tee shirt under the jacket and walk across the small town centre in the pouring rain. There are workers in the early morning bakery, chatting in the yellow light. Go up a narrow lane and pass the ruins of last years christmas market, all the stands not dismantled yet.
Hurry past the sons school, see the early students from the vocational school in the fast food snack shop on the corner.
And from there on into the car park, there is the car. It is the only car bar one on the parking space.
Get in, drive it home through the incipient rush hour traffic and the wiper driven rain, and park in the first free space.
And when at home again, make a pot and drink a cup.
Change the hoodie for a jacket, make jokes with the son, his hair is all over the place again. He refuses to let it be cut, and since long hair is neither illegal nor ugly, he will wear it that way untill he is fed up with it
Back to the car, let the day begin.
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