Wedza November 2017
showered, teeth brushed, face washed, cream on the nose, yellow pill taken, all ready, and leave the house as the Saint Martins bells ring twice. The street is empty, but for a few illegally parked cars. The green covered building site at the corner, the house covered in green netting to keep down dust. Scaffolding, Who knows what they are going to do to the house.
At the town gate, a white truck with a very large trailer is manouevering about trying to find a method to park. Eventually the driver uncouples his trailer, leaves it at the side of the road, and backs his truck down the narrow laneway.
'His attempt to back down the narrow laneway with the trailer failed.
Dolores ahead at the bus stop. Bog cotton men too. Just wait. The Hotel opposite, with the huge conservatory windows over the breakfast room, all lit up, throwing reflects us into the slow-moving river Isar. A pretty sight, it would be nice to take brekkie there, and took over the river at the old town, the church, the gate and the castle.
The driver of the bus has a problem with his charge giving machine. He has to take it asunder, apart, and reassemble the pieces. A bent penny. But he is fast, he has done this before.
At the railway station, the mornings greeting from the smoker with the ponytail hair, it has grown a bit. Away from the grey pigtail, now it is the grey plumage of another animal.
Coffee, there is confusion in the cafe, the young woman serving is trying to do three things at once, and gets them all confused. Wednesday, the middle of the week, all is done and ready now, go to the train at the platform No 6.
showered, teeth brushed, face washed, cream on the nose, yellow pill taken, all ready, and leave the house as the Saint Martins bells ring twice. The street is empty, but for a few illegally parked cars. The green covered building site at the corner, the house covered in green netting to keep down dust. Scaffolding, Who knows what they are going to do to the house.
At the town gate, a white truck with a very large trailer is manouevering about trying to find a method to park. Eventually the driver uncouples his trailer, leaves it at the side of the road, and backs his truck down the narrow laneway.
'His attempt to back down the narrow laneway with the trailer failed.
Dolores ahead at the bus stop. Bog cotton men too. Just wait. The Hotel opposite, with the huge conservatory windows over the breakfast room, all lit up, throwing reflects us into the slow-moving river Isar. A pretty sight, it would be nice to take brekkie there, and took over the river at the old town, the church, the gate and the castle.
The driver of the bus has a problem with his charge giving machine. He has to take it asunder, apart, and reassemble the pieces. A bent penny. But he is fast, he has done this before.
At the railway station, the mornings greeting from the smoker with the ponytail hair, it has grown a bit. Away from the grey pigtail, now it is the grey plumage of another animal.
Coffee, there is confusion in the cafe, the young woman serving is trying to do three things at once, and gets them all confused. Wednesday, the middle of the week, all is done and ready now, go to the train at the platform No 6.
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