There is no wish to see or to hear anything,

mon18 April.

dodadada  dodadada doda daa daa music to awaken by, a simple harmless silly tune.
Awake, and shower, brush teeth and carry on
let the cat in

Purr

It is early on monday it is dark outside. The

watch has dissapeared. Turn the light, there it 

 is, middling on the floor, just waiting, where it had

been left the night before.

This is a typical monday, nothing seems To

work just as it could and should.

The cat wants to go out into the corridor again

As soon as the door is opened it rushes out

The notion that something outside may have

changed inside the last twenty minutes drove

the small animal out at high speed.

Once outside it notices that nothing has changed, and it halts half way down the

stairwell. No knowing what goes on in the cat's mind.

The town is silent but for oyeksts cyclists and security

people. The cyclist are about in greater numbers,

by the time the bog cotton man wishes good

morning, there have been four. The last

pedalling at high speed along the promenade by

the river.

The bus arrives, and the first fare of the day

Is paid.

The bald man at the cafe serves coffee or

food quietly, the younger girl is simply slow.

There is nothing to observe today, or perhaps

it is simply tiredness that leads to blindness and

deafness today.

There is no wish to see or to hear anything,

there is nothing in work to look forward to.

too early today, this is a typical monday, nothing seems To

work just as it could and should.