Camouflage

13th of December, 2017
Get up, the shower had been taken last night, just go to the bathroom, brush the teeth. It is very cold today Return to the bedroom, find clothes. Yesterday's trousers were destroyed after a fall on the way home from work last night.

Later, stroke the back of the attention-seeking cat. Hear the son's radio alarm start, he has set it for early in the morning again.. He looks down from his high bunk bed, and wishes a good morning. Wish him good morning and good night, he goes back to sleep for another hour.
Go downstairs, and out of the front door into the cobbled alley. It is cold, the cobbles are dry and matt. Not greasy today. Yellow bags filled with discarded plastic packaging are placed in front of every building's front door, awaiting collection by the the refuse collector men in their orange overalls.

At the bus stop the air seems colder still Dolores huddled up on the seat in the shelter, Bog cotton man is standing there and smoking.
good Morning. A white car stops at the kerb of the main road, and Dolores goes over with her stumbling gait, opens the door, and gets in. A friend or a relative has given here a lift, has saved her the bus fare.

Later, in the railway cafe, watch the service people work behind the counter, dealing with busload after busload of coffee seeking commuters.
The Hedgehog man is there, his padded blue overall making him appear even more roly-poly than usual. There are two young men at the condiments counter, speaking what may be some African language. The one is dressed in red, the other is wearing a camouflage jacket and matching camouflage trousers.



Take a seat at a table in the newly- arrived train. Think abut the policeman at the foot at the platform's access stairs. Two men, watching, both in blue police uniform

Sit  and write, keep on writing those five minutes, past Moosbury.Then back the things away in the brown canvas badge, he ready to leave the train it F misery Freising. It is Wednesday..