It is light, look at the tablet, there are still eight minutes to five. go back to sleep. At five, turn the wake-up melody off by pressing the correct button on the tablet.
Get up, go to the bathroom, turn on the shower. For some reason the shower is slow to cool down today, it is too hot.
Put on the clothes, and go and ask the son how his foot is getting on. There is a strange swelling and he will need to go to a doctor today, to have it looked at. He is still asleep, the wife will take him.
The cat wants to be fed, so feed it. Open a tin of food, and put a few forkfulls at the greasy feod on the plate. The cat commences feeding, face in the food, intent.
Gather the mobile iphone and leave the house. It is bright, dry and warm today, the sky is a clear cloudless blue.
At the bus stop the town council has set up some huts, they are like the stands at the christmas market, they may even be the same ones. Over the weekend there was a tiny cultural festival, all song
and dance. It is over now, the sheds will be removed during the week.
One man stands alone at the small weather station, staring at the flocks of ducks and pigeons all feeding on crumbs and bread crusts. There is no one at the bus stop, but for the Municipal Man.
It is a quiet Monday, those are so few details, the carefully counted small change for the bus doiver, and then later for the bald man with the beard in the cafe.
The train leaves one minute later than it should do, which is in order, it almost counts as on time.
Most of the passengers are asleep, recovering from a strenous weekend, all sleeping off this weekend's exhertions.
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