Glass fibre

Thursday. 22 nd of November

sitting on the cvair by the bed, waiting, then put

on a pair of shoes. The cat silently walks over

and past stands there, beside the bed, beside the

chair, waiting. Reach down and put the cat's

head. The cat purrs, and then wanders off to

the kitchen.

Put the flat phone into the pocket and go out into

the hallway, take the wallet from the small cabinet

on the wall, then comb the hair. The cat has

returned, sits there and looks. Pat the small

animal's head again. Open the door, the

cat remains inside.

The surface of the streets and alleys is

glistening wet, the fog has deposited moisture

evenly on every stone surface. At the

corner the delivery truck form the bakery,

it has finished it 's errands early and is

rumbling along over the cobbled surfaces of

the market place.

At the end of the old town, at the

town gate, the streets are blocked by the

red and white plastic barricades of

the road works. They are laying new

cables of glass fibre to enhance the

public's ability to enjoy the Internet, in

all of it 's many forms.

Wish Dolores a good morning at the

bus stop, and stand there in the cold damp

waiting for the bus to the railway station.