Bright bird song in the dark, is this the sound of a nightingale, or is it just a more common Blackbird? look out, there is the cat, dim in the dawn light, listening, listening too, early cat, a nocturnal animal.
collect and collate the trimmings and fixings that will he needed for the day, the black dog is in his kennel today, he is not as bad as yesterday.
Where is the Blackdogs kennel? Perhaps inside the little medicine cabinet from France, the place where the keys, the wallet and the mobile phone are kept.
A sense of order, essential. Keeps the monster BD down!
! Movement now, leave the house, the alley is clean and bright after yesterdays rain.
Last night at the Italian's, watching the italian team win.
Then the start of the Icelandic game against England.
Thinking, then there is Dolores, picking her way along the road, the bakery delivery vans in the background.
She is slow, it is early she is taking her time.
Bus stop, there is the teacher, the man in shorts.
A young man with a pot belly.
Maybe he is not a teacher after all, but some functionary.
The bus to the railway cafe, the young girl there has become more professional, serves more quickly, makes no mistakes.
We all live and learn.
The television in the cafe, silent as always, shows pictures of football teams, blue men in France scoring goals.
Then there are visual jokes about the British.
The television is, as always, silent.
It leaves us to interpret the pictures alone.
it is Platform time, six in the morning.
The Rosenheim train, comes in punctually, that is it –Then, wait.
The Munich train is late.
so what this happens all the time.
collect and collate the trimmings and fixings that will he needed for the day, the black dog is in his kennel today, he is not as bad as yesterday.
Where is the Blackdogs kennel? Perhaps inside the little medicine cabinet from France, the place where the keys, the wallet and the mobile phone are kept.
A sense of order, essential. Keeps the monster BD down!
! Movement now, leave the house, the alley is clean and bright after yesterdays rain.
Last night at the Italian's, watching the italian team win.
Then the start of the Icelandic game against England.
Thinking, then there is Dolores, picking her way along the road, the bakery delivery vans in the background.
She is slow, it is early she is taking her time.
Bus stop, there is the teacher, the man in shorts.
A young man with a pot belly.
Maybe he is not a teacher after all, but some functionary.
The bus to the railway cafe, the young girl there has become more professional, serves more quickly, makes no mistakes.
We all live and learn.
The television in the cafe, silent as always, shows pictures of football teams, blue men in France scoring goals.
Then there are visual jokes about the British.
The television is, as always, silent.
It leaves us to interpret the pictures alone.
it is Platform time, six in the morning.
The Rosenheim train, comes in punctually, that is it –Then, wait.
The Munich train is late.
so what this happens all the time.
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