25th of September 2017
The wakening beep in the dark, the beep that wakens. Turn it off before the rest of the house is awakened by it.
Shower, brush the teeth. Shaving was done yesterday, in the late evening.
Put the doctors cream on the nose. It smells of oil, of motor oil, or paraffin. Strange. A yellow pill, for the stomach. And comb the meanwhile unruly hair.
Find the shoes, left carelessly in the living room yesterday. Put them on whilst sitting on the couch, the cat awakens and jumps to the ground, stretches, arching it's back, the sits down on the floor and scratches it's right ear with its hind paw. Then it walks off to the kitchen. A cat walk, curiosity guided.
Back to the bedroom, sit down at the desk, tidy the matters there. The cat sits down at the feet, by the chairs legs, looking up hopefully. Not really hungry, just keen on attention. It is late, five minutes past the half hour. Walk quickly to the town centre avoiding a speedy cyclist coming the other way. There is a customer at that new bakery, he has left his engine running, his car almost directly in front of the bakery on the pedestrian way, on the footpath. Never mind, it is twenty to six, who cares?
Dolores, bog cotton, at the bus stop "good morning", Dolores is grinning. The bus to the station, fast, uneventful. That is all, get a coffee, get the final stump on that discount card.
xxx Free coffee tomorrow! * x x..
The new chairs, or seats, in the waiting room are wobbly, um perfuso a menos, loose parts, cheap. Hedgehog is there, he finishes his coffee, ready to go. 'He smiles, says "good morning". A dry hot day, the day that the day that is to be confirmed that thirteen per cent of the population has chosen a foul mouthed senile racist as their representative.
The wakening beep in the dark, the beep that wakens. Turn it off before the rest of the house is awakened by it.
Shower, brush the teeth. Shaving was done yesterday, in the late evening.
Put the doctors cream on the nose. It smells of oil, of motor oil, or paraffin. Strange. A yellow pill, for the stomach. And comb the meanwhile unruly hair.
Find the shoes, left carelessly in the living room yesterday. Put them on whilst sitting on the couch, the cat awakens and jumps to the ground, stretches, arching it's back, the sits down on the floor and scratches it's right ear with its hind paw. Then it walks off to the kitchen. A cat walk, curiosity guided.
Back to the bedroom, sit down at the desk, tidy the matters there. The cat sits down at the feet, by the chairs legs, looking up hopefully. Not really hungry, just keen on attention. It is late, five minutes past the half hour. Walk quickly to the town centre avoiding a speedy cyclist coming the other way. There is a customer at that new bakery, he has left his engine running, his car almost directly in front of the bakery on the pedestrian way, on the footpath. Never mind, it is twenty to six, who cares?
Dolores, bog cotton, at the bus stop "good morning", Dolores is grinning. The bus to the station, fast, uneventful. That is all, get a coffee, get the final stump on that discount card.
xxx Free coffee tomorrow! * x x..
The new chairs, or seats, in the waiting room are wobbly, um perfuso a menos, loose parts, cheap. Hedgehog is there, he finishes his coffee, ready to go. 'He smiles, says "good morning". A dry hot day, the day that the day that is to be confirmed that thirteen per cent of the population has chosen a foul mouthed senile racist as their representative.
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