The alarm, followed b the search for clothing to be worn to work. This will be the first day of work after a week of home, a week of repairing things about the house.
It is five in the morning.
Leave the house at half past five, just as the bells of Saint Martins church toll. The church is at the end of the alley. Two bells, half past.5.
Walk through the sleeping town, without a. great regard for anything. At the bus stop, five minutes later, say good morning to Dolores and the bog cotton man. And wait for the bus to arrive.
Spend the bus ride watching the metal plates at the joint of the two parts of the bus shift. It is a long bus with an articulated joint in the centre. The metal plates on the floor shift as the bus bends, the bellow's folds on the wall opening on the one side and closing on the other.. A bus that appears to bend around corners.
At the cafe, an effusive young man on service, he is doing a good job, he is fast. The coffee is as usual, and the waiting room is empty.
It is ten to six.
Start these notes, this is just a day like the most days, the five days of the week that are mostly reserved for working.
Then pack the pen and the book away again. It is six, time to go to the platform, just in time for the train.
Let the arrivals out, stand back, and then step into the overheated carriage, find a free space with a table.
It is five in the morning.
Leave the house at half past five, just as the bells of Saint Martins church toll. The church is at the end of the alley. Two bells, half past.5.
Walk through the sleeping town, without a. great regard for anything. At the bus stop, five minutes later, say good morning to Dolores and the bog cotton man. And wait for the bus to arrive.
Spend the bus ride watching the metal plates at the joint of the two parts of the bus shift. It is a long bus with an articulated joint in the centre. The metal plates on the floor shift as the bus bends, the bellow's folds on the wall opening on the one side and closing on the other.. A bus that appears to bend around corners.
At the cafe, an effusive young man on service, he is doing a good job, he is fast. The coffee is as usual, and the waiting room is empty.
It is ten to six.
Start these notes, this is just a day like the most days, the five days of the week that are mostly reserved for working.
Then pack the pen and the book away again. It is six, time to go to the platform, just in time for the train.
Let the arrivals out, stand back, and then step into the overheated carriage, find a free space with a table.
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