Wed, November 22
Leave the house early, earlier than usual. The clock in the hall is showing the wrong time, therefore six minutes early. Pet the cat, it is on the bed. A pat on the head. The cat blinks.
Just at the stamp shop, by the church, There are two SUVs standing, people in safety clothing, high visibility. The one is from the fire brigade, the other from the medical services. The too men in attendance are cleaning up the contents of their cars, tidying. Think that most deaths occur at four in the morning. And fall to sleep, never to waken.
At the bus stop the automatic timetable predicts a thirteen minute wait.. Take out the notebook and the pen from the bag, start to write these notes, pause to watch a big truck with a trailer skilfully back around a corner down by the town gate. It is delivering to the C & A store there. Clemens and Albert, or some such. The big truck and trailer back down the narrow path to the loading bay of the huge clothing stone.
The bog cotton man passes, a cloud of cigarette smoke too. Then Dolores, she sits down on the
bench. Good Morning, good morning. And when the Teacherman. arrives, the time is up, the bus arrives.
Inside, sit down, take a free seat in the front carriage of the bus, ahead of the bellows joining the front and rear carriages of the bus. Dolores remains standing, she is too shy to sit beside anybody else. The young dark skinned man with the curls gets up and offers his seat.
She sits.
The bus ride is like a bad dream, the dark town passes outside. Functional strange urban architecture, blocks of flats with some windows already lit..
At the railway station pick a way through the many bicycles that have been left in a hurry around the bicycle stands. The smoker is standing at his usual place, wish him a good morning.
This is a morning of low concentration after coffee, and the subdued crowd waiting their turn at the cafe counter, and that is it. A short walk to the train. and then, despite it's being at the station on time, the train is held up. It has a problem with it's coupling mechanism
Leave the house early, earlier than usual. The clock in the hall is showing the wrong time, therefore six minutes early. Pet the cat, it is on the bed. A pat on the head. The cat blinks.
Just at the stamp shop, by the church, There are two SUVs standing, people in safety clothing, high visibility. The one is from the fire brigade, the other from the medical services. The too men in attendance are cleaning up the contents of their cars, tidying. Think that most deaths occur at four in the morning. And fall to sleep, never to waken.
At the bus stop the automatic timetable predicts a thirteen minute wait.. Take out the notebook and the pen from the bag, start to write these notes, pause to watch a big truck with a trailer skilfully back around a corner down by the town gate. It is delivering to the C & A store there. Clemens and Albert, or some such. The big truck and trailer back down the narrow path to the loading bay of the huge clothing stone.
The bog cotton man passes, a cloud of cigarette smoke too. Then Dolores, she sits down on the
bench. Good Morning, good morning. And when the Teacherman. arrives, the time is up, the bus arrives.
Inside, sit down, take a free seat in the front carriage of the bus, ahead of the bellows joining the front and rear carriages of the bus. Dolores remains standing, she is too shy to sit beside anybody else. The young dark skinned man with the curls gets up and offers his seat.
She sits.
The bus ride is like a bad dream, the dark town passes outside. Functional strange urban architecture, blocks of flats with some windows already lit..
At the railway station pick a way through the many bicycles that have been left in a hurry around the bicycle stands. The smoker is standing at his usual place, wish him a good morning.
This is a morning of low concentration after coffee, and the subdued crowd waiting their turn at the cafe counter, and that is it. A short walk to the train. and then, despite it's being at the station on time, the train is held up. It has a problem with it's coupling mechanism
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