nobody else's business

dogs bark, down the corridor in the hallway. The window shows early dawn, no frost, cloudy sky and back to bed again after a short visit to the bathroom, ensuite, toute suite.
and later again, dogs bark agian, seven thirty, bathroom, brush the teeth and wash the face. put on the day clothes, change of socks and so forth.
The son is awake, hair like Medusa, still asleep fifty fifty, feels the coolness of the air and drops and receeds  back under his covers, a soft snail seeking protection from the cold and not from being eaten.

Clothes on and leave for the kitchen, take this silver apple too. There is news from the brothers in Dublin, bad news, more questions to answer, fewer answers to be made.
Family, not friends.

think of the son and the brothers sons, the younger of the two comes out and greets the son all hugs and embraces.

Nice.
they settle down to work, playing their computer games, discussing, comparing, showing, showing off. English is the language, the son has learned more in two days than in the weeks before.

More than school learning.


Make the Instant, greet the brother as he comes in.
Start this blog, start a discussion. That is it , stop the blog, discuss.


And now it is ten fifty, and the kids are playing in the sitting room discussing games. Talking chattering, faster and faster.
And the tinnitus is in full cry, time for the pills again.
Time for the cream for the nose, to subdue the infection.
no knowing why the infection is there, the nose has been in nobody else's business.