seaside, super loud, the melody sounds and wakens the wife and the cat too. silence that, amid contumely from the wife and noisy activity by the cat take a shower, enjoy the warmth of the water, him off the lights that had been left on during the night, maybe by the son, maybe by the wife. Take a fresh shirt from the wardrobe. Put the Hwhz shoes on today., and wear that was an jacket. It is raining outside. The cat stands at the exit door to the flat, broken over its shoulder, making noises this is a saogestun, a hint, that the door be opened, so that she may enter the corridor. Open the door, let her out. Check that all the utlhe items for the day are in the carrier bag, and sound of two bells from the saint Martins church, leave the flat. The cat is half way down the stairs, waiting. There is a strange beagle in the corridor, the tenant's becyet has multiplied, now the daughter of the tenant stores her bicycle there too.
Leave the house for the sodden street, pass the barriers surrounding the gaps in the pavement, the pavement being torn up now to accomodate some heating pipes. There are six red beacons on the barrier, but only one is lit and blinking.
Pass the church, and into the miserable activity of all the market traders setting up their tents and awnings. To keep the rain off their wares, and their customers dry.
The sausage merchant is cutting joined sausages apart behind a transparent plastic curtain. He has a small topknot in his hair. He will cook those sausages later, and sell them in small cardboard dishes, axxompanied by a bread roll and a squirt of mustard. A business feeding the sated and the overfed with savouries.
Pass the discount bakery, with it's longhaired blonde owner chatting to his assistant. She is shorter and dark-haired.
They are busy reheating and unpacking their things for the day.
In the bus shelter, there is dolourful Dolores, sitting on her seat. A smile, she has better humour today. She moves over to make space on the bench. She is wearing a leopord skin patterned headscarf today. An anti rain leopord, matching the leopard hand bag.
She moves over to make space on the bench.
It is a wet day, and the teacher arrives, in time for the expected five forty two a.m. bus.
This arrives shortly, and so Friday can begin, the last day of the week, a week now wet, cold, miserable and dark.
Leave the house for the sodden street, pass the barriers surrounding the gaps in the pavement, the pavement being torn up now to accomodate some heating pipes. There are six red beacons on the barrier, but only one is lit and blinking.
Pass the church, and into the miserable activity of all the market traders setting up their tents and awnings. To keep the rain off their wares, and their customers dry.
The sausage merchant is cutting joined sausages apart behind a transparent plastic curtain. He has a small topknot in his hair. He will cook those sausages later, and sell them in small cardboard dishes, axxompanied by a bread roll and a squirt of mustard. A business feeding the sated and the overfed with savouries.
Pass the discount bakery, with it's longhaired blonde owner chatting to his assistant. She is shorter and dark-haired.
They are busy reheating and unpacking their things for the day.
In the bus shelter, there is dolourful Dolores, sitting on her seat. A smile, she has better humour today. She moves over to make space on the bench. She is wearing a leopord skin patterned headscarf today. An anti rain leopord, matching the leopard hand bag.
She moves over to make space on the bench.
It is a wet day, and the teacher arrives, in time for the expected five forty two a.m. bus.
This arrives shortly, and so Friday can begin, the last day of the week, a week now wet, cold, miserable and dark.
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