within the limits of propriety

$8 February 2016
 sleep deep, then it is four. The cat, and then go back to sleep again. seaside melody at five, and cannot find the button on the telephone to turn it off. Must listen to the carolling of the' 'phone almost to the point where the melody repeats itself before it is silenced. Wake up the wife with this noise.

Go to the bathroom, have a shower. The cat is most silent today, there is no apparent reason. But, so what, let it be. Put on a white shirt today. The cat follows all the way to the door and tries to leave the house. This is not allowed, shoo it back down the hallway.
 And daunt the streets, miss all those shops, see the bog cotton man walking on in the distance. And after a short wait, the bus, the driver with the walrus moustache and  Dolores boards the bus first, and leaves it again three stops later. There is activity in front of the station now, the pig tailed smoker gives a friendly wave.
Big Blondy is in the cafe today, still giving the impression that she would rather be elsewhere. Today feels as it it might be a strange day, but everything is much as it always is.
Hedgehog and Moustachio! are both there, sitting at their table underneath the television with its unspeakable advertising for strange tools that solve every day problems better.
 At the railway platform, a young women rushes past, searching for something. She is wearing black tights and a red jacket, and metallic-coloured Doc Marten style boots. She has long fair hair and a worried expression. After the train has come in, and finally, eventually, opens it's doors after completing it's coupling manouver with the waiting carriages, all board the vehicle, with. the usual struggle for the best position. The train does  this coupling every day, moving down the platform slowly, then stopping. Then it starts again with a jerk, and proceeds at a slow walking pace. Many of the waiting passengers, follow it on its way down the platform trying to maintain their favourite position relative to the train.  Then, with a sound of impact and another jerk, the train stops. It slowly opens it's doors to let the passengers waiting inside out and Those outside  in.  

The train is not full today, and finding a window seat at a table is not hard.
 A giggling  combined with slobbering sounds comes from the other side of the carriage. The girl from the platform with the dark tight tights has found whom she was looking for. She is together with a young man, and They are more than obvously fresh lovers. They meet on the train, and embrace in the morning, and make love within the limits  of propriety.
Spring is in the air.

 Somewhere.