its diesel motors grumbling.

14 April 2016

the cat in the night, jumped on the bed, found a

space between the human legs, where it stayed until

the sound of the seaside melody on the phone.

The shower is warm sooner now as the water flows through

the new shower head more quickly. A seven

minute shower, wakens the system..

And the items for the day are all in the bag, but

for the heys,- a frantic search-, and there they are,

on the keyboard of the old computer.

So down the stairs and out of the building,

hurry down the street. It is dry today, and the

weather is relatively warm, there is no post.

There are different people at the bus stop today,
a man wandering amongst the bushes

between the road and the river promenade.

The fluffy headed, white haired man with

his hair like bog cotton arrives, the teacher too.
There is no Dolores today.


The bus ride was so uneventful, sleep
and the morning tablet having caught up
wth all the days activities again
The bus arrives before the railway station,
the last bends taken,
the bus bending almost to a right angle at the joint in its centre,
that joint covered with fabric folded  like a concertina, or a

camera bellows.

The smoker is not at his usual place in

front of the railway station building, he has

wandered off to read about upcoming events at  a noticeboard.

...sanity has returned to the cafe, the young

girl with the dark rimmed glasses is serving today,
saying 'Alice", or" is that all" in German, after each customer has been

served.

The pig tailed smoker comes in to the cafe, says good morning, and buys some items at the counter.

Stand in the cafes as the Rosenheim train comes into the platform outside,

its diesel motors grumbling.

It is time to go now, to go, to go for the

train that is five minutes late.

To the gpeyly-lit platform, with all those people in grey clothing, all headed for

work. Except for one old man with a silver switcase. He is on holidays, off season.