It is Monday, and it is seventeen past seven in the morning.
The light from the sun in the cloudless sky lights up the upper stories of the painted houses in the cobbled alley outside.
The alley that starts at the church and ends at the police station.
There is the noise of traffic, trucks doing deliveries, the whirr of the electric motor of a builders crane not far away.
It is holiday time, the family consisting of the son, the wife, and the cat, are asleep.
Think of the days work ahead.
Look at the mess in the living room.
What on earth is the point of it all?
This is just going on and on.
The light from the sun in the cloudless sky lights up the upper stories of the painted houses in the cobbled alley outside.
The alley that starts at the church and ends at the police station.
There is the noise of traffic, trucks doing deliveries, the whirr of the electric motor of a builders crane not far away.
It is holiday time, the family consisting of the son, the wife, and the cat, are asleep.
Think of the days work ahead.
Look at the mess in the living room.
What on earth is the point of it all?
This is just going on and on.
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