Thursday 11th January
The cat rests on the bed, and looks and observes. Get dressed, shaving and the short morning shower done with, reach for the bag, take the medicine and leave the house.
Take a pair of old ruined shoes down, and leave them in the rubbish bin by the door. Walk down through the town, as every day. The bakery truck has finished it's unloading early today. At the town gate, see the bog cotton man standing at the bus shelter. He is lighting his cigarette.
The ducks are all standing at attention by the river, waiting. Look at them, self satisfied waddling animals. A shadow rushes across the ground towards them, they all rise into the air, fly towards the river. A cat, a small fast cat. The cat is alone at the edge of the promenade now, the ducks are invisible on the dark water.
Walk over, take a look. The cat strolls over, tail erect. Stroke it's head, it starts to purr. A friendly young eat. Turn around, walk back across the grass to the bus stop. Ponto de Onibus.
The bog cotton man explains that the cat followed him all the way from the' land gasse'. Then, it started hunting ducks.
Now Dolores is at her place in the shelter. Wish her a good morning too.
Later, the cat jumps up and commence to faun Dolores leopard skin bag. Dolores strokes the animal too.
Board the meanwhile-arrived bus, pay the driver, and sit on one of these rearward-facing seats.
At the railway station walk across the plaza, say good morning to the smoker, his hair is tied back.
The station cafe has the man with the smooth shaved head serving today, he makes the coffee without being asked, without comment. Sitting crouched over the table in the waiting room writing, hear the sounds of people passing, some noisy and effusive, but mostly quiet, concentrated on getting on with their business.
There is a bump to the table, a man has thrown a bag against one of the tables legs. He says "Gwen Morgan" loudly. Surprised, look , respond with a' good morning'. The man is unknown, a stranger. Des con hecido. No Idea. He looks surprised, then shocked. He turns about and goes off to get coffee.Is this his usual place, is he aggressively laying claim to it.? ? Or is this just a misunderstanding?
Get up and go, proceed to the platform. Avoid the evangelists in the station -underpass, they are there every day with a trolley full of religious material to sell and give away.
,
To work.
The cat rests on the bed, and looks and observes. Get dressed, shaving and the short morning shower done with, reach for the bag, take the medicine and leave the house.
Take a pair of old ruined shoes down, and leave them in the rubbish bin by the door. Walk down through the town, as every day. The bakery truck has finished it's unloading early today. At the town gate, see the bog cotton man standing at the bus shelter. He is lighting his cigarette.
The ducks are all standing at attention by the river, waiting. Look at them, self satisfied waddling animals. A shadow rushes across the ground towards them, they all rise into the air, fly towards the river. A cat, a small fast cat. The cat is alone at the edge of the promenade now, the ducks are invisible on the dark water.
Walk over, take a look. The cat strolls over, tail erect. Stroke it's head, it starts to purr. A friendly young eat. Turn around, walk back across the grass to the bus stop. Ponto de Onibus.
The bog cotton man explains that the cat followed him all the way from the' land gasse'. Then, it started hunting ducks.
Now Dolores is at her place in the shelter. Wish her a good morning too.
Later, the cat jumps up and commence to faun Dolores leopard skin bag. Dolores strokes the animal too.
Board the meanwhile-arrived bus, pay the driver, and sit on one of these rearward-facing seats.
At the railway station walk across the plaza, say good morning to the smoker, his hair is tied back.
The station cafe has the man with the smooth shaved head serving today, he makes the coffee without being asked, without comment. Sitting crouched over the table in the waiting room writing, hear the sounds of people passing, some noisy and effusive, but mostly quiet, concentrated on getting on with their business.
There is a bump to the table, a man has thrown a bag against one of the tables legs. He says "Gwen Morgan" loudly. Surprised, look , respond with a' good morning'. The man is unknown, a stranger. Des con hecido. No Idea. He looks surprised, then shocked. He turns about and goes off to get coffee.Is this his usual place, is he aggressively laying claim to it.? ? Or is this just a misunderstanding?
Get up and go, proceed to the platform. Avoid the evangelists in the station -underpass, they are there every day with a trolley full of religious material to sell and give away.
,
To work.
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