That is the way it should be, at the weekend.
Stay in bed as the wife gets up to make herself a cup of coffee. Stay in bed, smell the whiff of coffee, mmmm.
Get up, make a cup of coffee.
Sit at the desk, try to read the news.
The thought is nice, but it is just hard to concentrate.
Later, go to the cafe.
Say hello to the tenant down in her office, working hard to get things done for the months end.
In the cafe, there are two young blonde women discussin the pictures of camels on their mobile phones. They have apparently just returned from a holiday in Egypt. No problem. But they have taken the best seats in the cafe, the ones the son was hoping for. Too bad, settle for less pleasant seats at the high table on the high chairs.
And then, take a walk through the town. Go to the bank, replenish the wallet with cash, replace all that was spent last night, celebrating.
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