19.1.2018
Sleep in fits, a lot of time spent in bed not sleeping. Then finally, the sound of the wakening programme on the tablet. The sound of guitar, or a harp.
Turn the thing off, being careful too press the correct button. To prevent the machine going into snooze mode, and starting up again in five minutes..
The shower, the clothing, and there is the cat awaiting attention. Stroke the animals back, it commences to purr happily. Watch as it starts to lick the chair. Why is it doing that? Probably for the same reason that it likes to chew electrical cables.
Hear a downpour outside, the rain beating down apon the glass skylight in the stairwell, hear the rain roaring down upon the cobbles. Unpack the umbrella from the bag, unfurl it and put it up whilst leaving the house. Walk down the cobbled lane, the rain drumming heavily upon the stretched plastic skin of the umbrellas. On the way past Grimns shop there is a strong gust of wind, one that nearly turns the umbrella inside out.
See the bog cotton man station by the bus stop. He is taking shelter from the rain there. Dolores is in the bus shelter. Good Morning. She explains that her lift is coming, and -see there- a small white car pulls up to the kerb.
By the time the bus arrives the rain has stopped, and the driver takes the five Euro note and gives the change and a ticket. The man has a fashionable haircut, cut very short at the sides of the head.
At the railway station, it is not rained. The smoker is out at the ashtray pillar, enjoying his cigarette. He grins, says a German good morning . In the café, see that the discount card is full, this is a free coffee day. Remember to ask for a new card, carry the free large coffee to the waiting room.
The man who was like a hedgehog once, wishes a good morning.. That is about all there is to say. Sit down on a low sturdy stool and start to write these notes, that are now finished for today, somewhere between Moosturg and Freesing
Sleep in fits, a lot of time spent in bed not sleeping. Then finally, the sound of the wakening programme on the tablet. The sound of guitar, or a harp.
Turn the thing off, being careful too press the correct button. To prevent the machine going into snooze mode, and starting up again in five minutes..
The shower, the clothing, and there is the cat awaiting attention. Stroke the animals back, it commences to purr happily. Watch as it starts to lick the chair. Why is it doing that? Probably for the same reason that it likes to chew electrical cables.
Hear a downpour outside, the rain beating down apon the glass skylight in the stairwell, hear the rain roaring down upon the cobbles. Unpack the umbrella from the bag, unfurl it and put it up whilst leaving the house. Walk down the cobbled lane, the rain drumming heavily upon the stretched plastic skin of the umbrellas. On the way past Grimns shop there is a strong gust of wind, one that nearly turns the umbrella inside out.
See the bog cotton man station by the bus stop. He is taking shelter from the rain there. Dolores is in the bus shelter. Good Morning. She explains that her lift is coming, and -see there- a small white car pulls up to the kerb.
By the time the bus arrives the rain has stopped, and the driver takes the five Euro note and gives the change and a ticket. The man has a fashionable haircut, cut very short at the sides of the head.
At the railway station, it is not rained. The smoker is out at the ashtray pillar, enjoying his cigarette. He grins, says a German good morning . In the café, see that the discount card is full, this is a free coffee day. Remember to ask for a new card, carry the free large coffee to the waiting room.
The man who was like a hedgehog once, wishes a good morning.. That is about all there is to say. Sit down on a low sturdy stool and start to write these notes, that are now finished for today, somewhere between Moosturg and Freesing
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