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Get up, the tablet has sounded. Go over and switch it off, press the tiny button displayed on the screen. That shuts it up. The melody is called "early riser" or something. Take a shower, the fixtures will need cleaning soon.All these jobs that need to be done.

Return to the bedroom, see that the wife has gone. Curious. Perhaps she is in the kitchen.
Never mind, it is early, it is twenty past five. Find the clothing in the wardrobe, the socks and so forth.
And leave the house at twenty past five in the morning, walk up the alley, past the police station. There are a few people around there then, they are early morning police men going to work, or ending their night shift.
Find the car just where it had been left the night before. The coat and the bag put into the back, start the engine. The tiny diesel springs to life, turn the lights on, and leave the parking space behind.
Because of the dysfunctional radio in the car it is a silent drive in the rain down the motorway. Try to keep a steady speed, use the automatic systems built into the car. There is a need for great concentration, it is dark and the rain turns the road into a glistening mass of brilliant points of light. The reflections of headlamps, tail lamps, brake lights, the reflections from signposts, and marking posts at the roadside.

Driving is tiring, it needs concentration, you have to watch out for the traffic ahead and the traffic from behind.
But it is fast.

Arrive in work an hour early, there are many choices of parking places available.
The rain has passed, but the ground is still sodden wet.
The last day of the week, go back to using the train tomorrow.