Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Bald man make sandwiches


The rain outside, and it is colder. And it is darker, there is cloud all over the sky. get up, go to the bathroom, shower, brush the teeth. shave.
The cat is excited, it is expecting it's bit of early-mourning breakfast. But put on clothes first, a fresh shirt. -and fresh underwear. Then, out to the kitchen, feed the cat.
Leave the house, the alley is wet, it is still raining a bit, but not enough to warrant the use of an umbrella; at the bus shelter say the good mornings to Dolores and the bog cotton man. The bus driver has short hair, trimmed down to nothing on either side of his head. He is a surly man, unfriendly. But he drives the bus well. And that is all that really aratters.
The Andrea girl serves coffee at the cafe, she is quiet.. sit in the waiting room.
Ignore the man in the corner with the wide open staring eyes and the tousled hair. Watch the bald man make sandwiches in the cafe's kitchen, four at a time, butter with a spatula, two salad leaves on each, a spatula of some dressing. then a fish cake, deep fried, then two slices at tomato, then two of cucumber. Then the other half 0f the roll on top..
And then it is six in the morning, time to go out to the platform. The platform seven and eight have been almost entirely removed by the diggers, there are steel girders lying around, there is work in progress.
The train is shorter today, there is less space, sit down, a policeman with a flask of coffee arrives, and the three others around the table share this out among their cups and commence talking about flooding.
There had been flooding last night, the rain must have been heavier than suspected..

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