21 February 2018
The alley has a coating of frozen snow on either side, but none in the middle. So walk down the middle of the road, over the damp cobbles, pass the church, a woman comes the other way, pass close to each other, both with faces downcast.
Dolores is at the bus stop, say good morning. Down at the wall by the river, there is the man feeding ducks again. The Turkish gentleman in approaching, wrapped in coat and scarf. He talks loudly to dolores, hear the sound, understand nothing.
Pay the bus driver, go to the rear of the bus. It smells of diesel fumes, they must have come in through the opened door. This is a long bus with a joint in the middle.
At the station, wish the smoker a good morning. There is a woman in a dark coat brushing the cigarette butts from the ground, around about the ashtray. She has a dustpan on the end of a pole. The dust pan swings into a vertical position when raised from the ground so that nothing will fall out.. She is a short and fat woman, and because of her coat, her brush, and her pan the whole ensemble scuttles like an insect. The area around the ashtray, and the granite steps themselves, have been cleared of snow, and she is now removing the cigarette ends.
The Catweazel man comes over, he wants to sit down too. Another table empties, is cleared, and he goes over there.
People always want privacy, and the tables are small.
The cat weazel man is gregarious, long haired and bald. He is unkempt, but very friendly. He listens patiently to a woman at the next 1 able talking unceasingly about her illness, and the charges-made at the hospital.
Leave the cafe, go to the platform. The Train rushes in, much faster than usually. Board, and take a seat opposite the dayglo raincoat man. He is reading a magazine. Write this account, there is plenty of time, for the train is delayed for ten minutes.. The announcer says that there are technical difficulties with the coupling apparatus.
The alley has a coating of frozen snow on either side, but none in the middle. So walk down the middle of the road, over the damp cobbles, pass the church, a woman comes the other way, pass close to each other, both with faces downcast.
Dolores is at the bus stop, say good morning. Down at the wall by the river, there is the man feeding ducks again. The Turkish gentleman in approaching, wrapped in coat and scarf. He talks loudly to dolores, hear the sound, understand nothing.
Pay the bus driver, go to the rear of the bus. It smells of diesel fumes, they must have come in through the opened door. This is a long bus with a joint in the middle.
At the station, wish the smoker a good morning. There is a woman in a dark coat brushing the cigarette butts from the ground, around about the ashtray. She has a dustpan on the end of a pole. The dust pan swings into a vertical position when raised from the ground so that nothing will fall out.. She is a short and fat woman, and because of her coat, her brush, and her pan the whole ensemble scuttles like an insect. The area around the ashtray, and the granite steps themselves, have been cleared of snow, and she is now removing the cigarette ends.
The Catweazel man comes over, he wants to sit down too. Another table empties, is cleared, and he goes over there.
People always want privacy, and the tables are small.
The cat weazel man is gregarious, long haired and bald. He is unkempt, but very friendly. He listens patiently to a woman at the next 1 able talking unceasingly about her illness, and the charges-made at the hospital.
Leave the cafe, go to the platform. The Train rushes in, much faster than usually. Board, and take a seat opposite the dayglo raincoat man. He is reading a magazine. Write this account, there is plenty of time, for the train is delayed for ten minutes.. The announcer says that there are technical difficulties with the coupling apparatus.
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