Wednesday, first of february 2017
Dream at the alarm clork having sounded, get up too early as a result, brush the teeth, return to bed, fell asleep again. Turn off the alarm clock, take a shower. found fresh clothing, dress up warmly, for though the temperatures have risen, it its nasty, cold and damp outside. Pay the cat it's due attention, a scratching on her poll between the ears., a pat on the back. she rolls over onto her back and stretches herself on the cold stone flooring. Let the cat out into the hallway, so that it may go about it's business.
Leave the house, today is a yellow bag day, all the waste packaging material is packed into yellow bags they now deposited at the entrance to every house, awaiting collection.
There is still snow on the ground, patches of icy coarse stuff. A woman comes the other way wheeling her electric bicycle through the heaps of ice in her careful way past the church. Cross the cobbled town's main street, and on the way down to the town gate see the tall young woman with her hair stylishly trotted on the top of her head.
In the distance- there are the usual people at the bus stop, the same as every day, Dolores sitting on the bench inside the shelter, the bog cotton man standing and smoking, and teacher man just arriving, say good Morning, and wait in silence.
The bus journey, uneventful. Teacher M leaves, Dolores leaves, catching her leopard skin patterned handbag in an armrest on the way out, and then the people at the station. There is the smoking man, the man with the pigtail.
There are many more bicycles parked outside the station today. Perhaps this is because of the warmer weather.
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good Morning! Up the stairs, and wait at the coffee counter until the man with the bald-shaven head has dealt with the other customers, take the coffee, say good morning to Mr. Hedgehog..
On the television watch the news ticker run 'by at the bottom of the screen. Trump has chosen a bigot chief justice, and six young people died at a party due to carbon monoxide poisoning. This is news, sad stories and tragedies. Never really any news of happiness, other than in the sports reports.
And here there are always losers too.
Dream at the alarm clork having sounded, get up too early as a result, brush the teeth, return to bed, fell asleep again. Turn off the alarm clock, take a shower. found fresh clothing, dress up warmly, for though the temperatures have risen, it its nasty, cold and damp outside. Pay the cat it's due attention, a scratching on her poll between the ears., a pat on the back. she rolls over onto her back and stretches herself on the cold stone flooring. Let the cat out into the hallway, so that it may go about it's business.
Leave the house, today is a yellow bag day, all the waste packaging material is packed into yellow bags they now deposited at the entrance to every house, awaiting collection.
There is still snow on the ground, patches of icy coarse stuff. A woman comes the other way wheeling her electric bicycle through the heaps of ice in her careful way past the church. Cross the cobbled town's main street, and on the way down to the town gate see the tall young woman with her hair stylishly trotted on the top of her head.
In the distance- there are the usual people at the bus stop, the same as every day, Dolores sitting on the bench inside the shelter, the bog cotton man standing and smoking, and teacher man just arriving, say good Morning, and wait in silence.
The bus journey, uneventful. Teacher M leaves, Dolores leaves, catching her leopard skin patterned handbag in an armrest on the way out, and then the people at the station. There is the smoking man, the man with the pigtail.
There are many more bicycles parked outside the station today. Perhaps this is because of the warmer weather.
.
good Morning! Up the stairs, and wait at the coffee counter until the man with the bald-shaven head has dealt with the other customers, take the coffee, say good morning to Mr. Hedgehog..
On the television watch the news ticker run 'by at the bottom of the screen. Trump has chosen a bigot chief justice, and six young people died at a party due to carbon monoxide poisoning. This is news, sad stories and tragedies. Never really any news of happiness, other than in the sports reports.
And here there are always losers too.
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