knees

Mon 25th of february.

A busy night of Broken sleep, the cat making a fuss at three in the morning, for some reason.

Open the door to let it out, but it does not want to.

Decide against a shower today, it is too cold. For cleanliness sake, the one taken yesterday will have to do, it will suffice. Brush the teeth, wash the face

with cold water. The time to find the clothes, the wardrobe will need to be tidied up.

The alley is dry, free of snow. Each dark grey cobblestone is picked out by the low angle of the light, all the cracks between them vanishing into deep black shadow. There are no cars about, walk on the road surface. The knees hurt, that encourages laziness, do not bother to climb onto the pedestrian pavement.

Be the first at the bus stop today, the bus is due in ten minutes, according to the electronic

noticeboard at the bus stop. Wait, watch the ducks waddling about, count the ears passing.

Then dolores arrives, with her a good morning, The Teacherman, the taxidriver arrives, good morning. The bus arrives. Pay the driver his fare, wish him a good morning. The knees hurt after the high step into the bus.