Seaside song in the dark. Stumble across the room and turn the moboile phone off. That ist that, move on to say hello and good morning to the cat and the orchid.
Turn on the shower.
After all this has been done, carry on to gather all of the items needed for the day. The black bag is full of coffee pads, bought yesterday. This is for the coffee breaks at work, saving money, bring your own rather than using the dispenser at work.
Down the damp lane, after having made sure that the cat is locked in.
For some reason, stop to admire the stone frieze at the end of the church, surrounding a small chapel filled with memorials for the dead.
A white truck passes slowly down the main street, unmarked, pristine. Maybe it is just a new delivery truck, not yet decorated with the firms by logos.
Boxes that used to contain deep frozen bakery products are piled high in front of the discount bakery's window. They must have cleared out a store room, they are disposing, of their accumulated waste.
Dolores sitting in the dark of the shelter at the bus stop, says good morning. There is a woman there with a very large suitcase too. Maybe going to the airport, an off-season holiday.
Cool, efficient, friendly bus driver is is tired, he is doing his job.
That pony tailed smoker is in front of the station, standing in the smokers square, consuming an early cigarette. He say' s good morning, a greeting almost indistinguishable from the word for' stomach in german. This may be his accent. The big is doing service duty in the cafe again. Big coffee is taken, is, further items are politely refused. The memory of all of those boxes, empty, of frozen bakery goods lingerz, the thought of ancient bread comes to mind, of eastern workers making german bakery products for the lowest imaginable wage, these items then being sold here, all of which producing a disproportionate profit down the line.
Write standing at the tall table, looking at stupid adverts for double bladed circular power saws on the silent television. They will cut anything, and are on special offer for the home builder. A night at the opera would be preferable and would cost the same as such a saw.
"The train is to be in shortly, time to go"
Turn on the shower.
After all this has been done, carry on to gather all of the items needed for the day. The black bag is full of coffee pads, bought yesterday. This is for the coffee breaks at work, saving money, bring your own rather than using the dispenser at work.
Down the damp lane, after having made sure that the cat is locked in.
For some reason, stop to admire the stone frieze at the end of the church, surrounding a small chapel filled with memorials for the dead.
A white truck passes slowly down the main street, unmarked, pristine. Maybe it is just a new delivery truck, not yet decorated with the firms by logos.
Boxes that used to contain deep frozen bakery products are piled high in front of the discount bakery's window. They must have cleared out a store room, they are disposing, of their accumulated waste.
Dolores sitting in the dark of the shelter at the bus stop, says good morning. There is a woman there with a very large suitcase too. Maybe going to the airport, an off-season holiday.
Cool, efficient, friendly bus driver is is tired, he is doing his job.
That pony tailed smoker is in front of the station, standing in the smokers square, consuming an early cigarette. He say' s good morning, a greeting almost indistinguishable from the word for' stomach in german. This may be his accent. The big is doing service duty in the cafe again. Big coffee is taken, is, further items are politely refused. The memory of all of those boxes, empty, of frozen bakery goods lingerz, the thought of ancient bread comes to mind, of eastern workers making german bakery products for the lowest imaginable wage, these items then being sold here, all of which producing a disproportionate profit down the line.
Write standing at the tall table, looking at stupid adverts for double bladed circular power saws on the silent television. They will cut anything, and are on special offer for the home builder. A night at the opera would be preferable and would cost the same as such a saw.
"The train is to be in shortly, time to go"
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