private

quiet morning but for the bells, the family awakening.
A late evenings amusement in front of the television yesterday leaves its trace in a late morning today.

Sunday, a day for resting, a day so definitely off work that even the sound of work is

Verboten.

Take the steps up to the attic, look at the expanse cleared yesterday. There was so much junk, so many items of no value anymore, old windows, bedsteads, doors, a bathtub.
All must find a new home, or be destroyed.
For the whole floor must come out, to repair the cieling of the rooms below.

Walk over the house in pyjamas

Private, no appearances to keep up or anything.

There is dirt everywhere, still a few bits of furniture to move, but at least things are better now.