Wednesday, 17 February 2016

tightly, and lightly clad bums

17-February 2016

the cat's hour at four, she wakes everybody, an hour below the time. A troublesome animal.
Into the bathroom. after having turned off the mobile phone and its melody. The cat follows, and is frightened off by the hiss of the shower. When done, brush the teeth and off into the bedroom again, gather all the clothing for the day, find the glasses and the black pen with the green light. Take up the heavy suitcase with the measuring instrument for work, and leave the house. The cat is in the corridor, a cat-disappointed expression on its face.. The suitcase is heavy, a silver monstrosity made of aluminium sheeting in some Swiss canton. It is so heavy that after passing the crockery shop the arm and the shoulders are sore.

The builders hoarding outside the perfume shop has fallen over and is now lying all over the street, displaying the heaps of waste and building materials formerly hidden behind it. Bog Cotton Head and Dolores are at the bus stop, also two others. A young woman waddled in a stylish anorak is sitting in the corner of the shelter, and two men are standing about.
On boarding the bus, one man steps aside so that he may board the bus last. He engages the bus driver in conversation. The bus is too early, it needs to wait until it is time for it to leave. At this hour the timetable is easily kept,  traffic Is so sparse.

Big Dour Blondy, works in the cafe again getting items and people confused, she does not seem overly capable today. But, all being having been paid for, arrive in the stand-up cafe just as Hedgehog is leaving. Watch the people on the television torturing themselves on some exercising machine, a device promising a shapely body with only ten minutes of use a day. Pictures of their tightly, and lightly clad bums rising and falling, all in unison, men and women. Then before and after pictures, six packs all round.  Miracle! and those who believe may be  wasteful of their money.

And finally, drag the case to the platform. For the Train to Freising. A young woman is discussing the availability of free seating in the interim with her partner, and almost fights with the other people on the platform in her efforts to attain an optimal boarding position as the train finally rolls in.

Seats are not a problem, the train is half empty anyway.

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