Monday 27 November
The alarm clock beeps, the tablet computer makes it's noises. One should he switched off permanently. Find the clothing, at the place it had been left last night. The back hurts, the head hurts, and there is no recognisable reason for that.
Other than that it is early, and that the weather is cold.
The cat is on the other side of the glass door, it is being noisy, it wants to be let in. Let the cat in, and it comes in on a draught of freezing cold air. It really is quite cold outside. Bathroom, toilet, brush the teeth. The experience in the cold has caused the cat to rush about in a frenzy of purring, and rubbing it's head on anything remotely suited for head rubbing. Then it starts licking the cables of the apple computer. That is not so bad, it used to bite them.
When all the clothes are on, the nose has a dabof cream and those yellow pills have been taken, then out to the street. The legs feel the cold though the trouser legs. And the back aches, walk slowly. There is a solitary pedestrian, and the big bakery trucks up and down the main street.. There must be about four or five of them.
Pass under the archway of the town gate, a car following, a grey Ford. And then a Mercedes taxi approaches. Keep on walking do not move aside. This is a pedestrian area, they do not really have the right of way. Be a legal egoist.
Arrive at the bus stop at the same time as dolores, and then the bog cotton man. Both are dressed well against the cold. The same goes for Teaeherman, a few minutes later.
Bog cotton man is surrounded by fug of cigarette smoke. Keep on writing until the bus becomes visible in the distance, taking the corner of the Witt strasse. There were the gaol is. So pack away the pen and the notebook, and check the pocket of the wallet for change. The bus driver has dark hair and beard, a friendly round face. He gets his money, gives a tichet.
Later, crossing the plaza at the railway station, see that there is a broken beer bottle there, where the smoker usually stands. The smoker is not there, maybe it is too cold for him. Then the crowded cafe, the service people remembering the regular order.. The train leaves Landshut late, it is Monday.
The alarm clock beeps, the tablet computer makes it's noises. One should he switched off permanently. Find the clothing, at the place it had been left last night. The back hurts, the head hurts, and there is no recognisable reason for that.
Other than that it is early, and that the weather is cold.
The cat is on the other side of the glass door, it is being noisy, it wants to be let in. Let the cat in, and it comes in on a draught of freezing cold air. It really is quite cold outside. Bathroom, toilet, brush the teeth. The experience in the cold has caused the cat to rush about in a frenzy of purring, and rubbing it's head on anything remotely suited for head rubbing. Then it starts licking the cables of the apple computer. That is not so bad, it used to bite them.
When all the clothes are on, the nose has a dabof cream and those yellow pills have been taken, then out to the street. The legs feel the cold though the trouser legs. And the back aches, walk slowly. There is a solitary pedestrian, and the big bakery trucks up and down the main street.. There must be about four or five of them.
Pass under the archway of the town gate, a car following, a grey Ford. And then a Mercedes taxi approaches. Keep on walking do not move aside. This is a pedestrian area, they do not really have the right of way. Be a legal egoist.
Arrive at the bus stop at the same time as dolores, and then the bog cotton man. Both are dressed well against the cold. The same goes for Teaeherman, a few minutes later.
Bog cotton man is surrounded by fug of cigarette smoke. Keep on writing until the bus becomes visible in the distance, taking the corner of the Witt strasse. There were the gaol is. So pack away the pen and the notebook, and check the pocket of the wallet for change. The bus driver has dark hair and beard, a friendly round face. He gets his money, gives a tichet.
Later, crossing the plaza at the railway station, see that there is a broken beer bottle there, where the smoker usually stands. The smoker is not there, maybe it is too cold for him. Then the crowded cafe, the service people remembering the regular order.. The train leaves Landshut late, it is Monday.
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