This is the day the week is reckoned up and accounted for.

first of July, 2016

cannot find the glasses today. so tired last night, left them on the bedside table.

Instead of the French cabinet.

Dolores comes out of a side street today, from an entirely different direction, different from yesterday.

May he she took an early morning walk. 

Teacher arrives later, all his clothing colourful, matched to his rucksack.

Dolores is wearing short leggings, bthe calves of her legs show signs of varicosis..

None of us gets younger with time.

The day is due to be hot today. so they say.

cup of coffee in the railway cafe, a large paper cup with a

plastic lid to prevent spills.

And wait for the train on the platform, wait untill it has

completed it's manoeuvres. 

And on the train, a group of sports cyclists of a more advanced age

are chatting. They are wearing uniform cyclists clothing, printed with texts identifying them as some kind of cyclist club. 

Their cycles are blocking the railway carriage's corridor. The men all look very fit.

Outside, the scenery passes, in the yellow light of the morning

sun, The grass on the fields partly mown, the crops partly brought in,

 This is the day the week is reckoned up and

accounted for.