difficulty keeping their hands to themselves

16 February 2018
Shave before showering today, decapitation a pimple on the left side of the face, just over the corner of the mouth.
Blood mingles with the shaving soap, and by the time the shower is finished with, the bleeding has stopped.
Take clothing from the wardrobe, dress for the day, today, the last day of the week. Put the wallet into the pocket, put on the jacket, the scarf, and the coat.
It is wet outside, raining onto the remains of the snow. A slippery mass, a slippery underfoot around the church, slippery, not-quite fluid water. In the main street the small garden tractor with the salt hopper is at work, spreading salt. See Dolores passing through the town gate in the distance, there is the bog cotton man with an umbrella. Go through the town gate, say good morning to these two people at the bus stop, and check the contents of the wallet. There is insufficient change for the bus driver, he will have to change a note.

There is a lunatic man at the railway station, effusively wishing a good morning.. He is squatting in one of the door openings at the head of the stairs smoking a cigarette. He looks the worn for wear, straggly hair and beard, wild eyes.
But wish him a good morning in return.


In the cafe woman with the mole on her chin is serving at the counter. She has an Italian accent. She puts the last stamp onto the card, there will be free coffee on Monday. The Italian woman and the bald man with the head start a good-humoured banter, ending with the woman hitting him on the shoulder. Not hard, not to hurt, just to demonstrate mock anger. The personnel in this cafe seem to have difficulty keeping their hands to themselves.


On the platform, watch a young woman with long blond hair talk to somebody on her 'phone. she laughs a lot. She is holding the end of the phone to her mouth, as if it were a bar of chocolate.

The train is on time today.