The family is awake, it is ten in the morning now.

conscious, consciousness for at least half of the mind, hiss. Watch the son getting up from his bed, he is in a hurry to see what his cousins are up to today, all is okay. Stop him putting on the shirt that he has been wearing for the past few days now. Yellow, grimy and with small remains of meals, stained.
It needs to be washed.

He is up, and gone. get up, look at the trousers that were soaked in the sea yesterday, that is the way that things should not go. The aversion of an anticipated danger that, in fact did not materialize, rush around the bend through the water into the unseen cave behind the rocks get the children out. NOW.
Panic and fear the tide rising, coming in quickly, entrapment before you know it, waves coming in soak the feet the legs, such wet water.
The trousers are wrinkled today, salty, dry. The boots in the corridor are still soaked, the newspaper helps, it will dry them in time.
In the kitchen the children playing at their games, beeping to each other.

Put on the kettle and clear away the dishes, empty the dishwasher. Talk to the brother freshly risen.
The family is awake, it is ten in the morning now.

Life in Ireland is very much more relaxed than it is in Germany.