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The dog is locked out, and wants to be let in.
And the birds are pecking at the contents of the wire mesh tubes at the windows. A knocking sound is generated as the impact of their beak on the nuts is transferred to the window.
And the childdren, that is the son and his cousins, are all in the sitting room watching the television, or using it to play games, and discussing the differences between Germany and Ireland.

And the light has turned green outside, the foliage on the trees and the deep fresh green of the grass. And the moss on the roof of the small birds house on the tip of it's pole.
A mild spring.

The son has found his toothbrush. After three days.
Now he can brighten his teeth.
In-Law sister is up, and about, gathering things for the class that she is about to teach. Children and adults.

And relax now, make coffee in the strange percolator, a silver jug with a cable attached, coffee holder filled water put in and power applied.

The machine grunts, and the clear glass lid is sprayed with water, brown from the coffee grounds, and then browner still. as time goes on.


And then all are awake and the day starts.

The dog has broken in to the sitting room again, a thing it may not do.


Irish holiday