Whiff of diesel

Monday, 29th of October

A rickety old ↳ and Rover passes the bus stop,

an old and noisy car smelling of diesel oil,

leaving a cloud of smoke as it accelerates on

the main road. It is noisy. Mention that it is

the ideal city car to the bog cotton man. He laughs, and says that it would go everywhere in the winter snow. The whiff of diesel oil lingers in the nose, even on board the meanwhile arrived bus.oo

↳ The driver today has a long quiff of

hair on the crown of his baits head, and

anther Bull shaved close. He also has some

jewellery pierced into his nose. But he drives

smoothly and steadily, keeping his distance

form a white truck which takes a corner

to the right, stopping with its tailgate in

the centre of the road. The bus drover has

to wait untill the Hnhage is cleared.

at the

railway station, there is still

time to buy a cup of coffee. The waiting

room is full, every table occupied.

There is Norbert Hedgehog, and there

is the fidgety man with a colourful

bandana. Put the hid onthe coffee, and

with the first#e of these notes vnto the

small black notebook.