up and awake, hear that the son is up, he is preparing his things for school.
So get up too, do not wish to let him be alone.
He is rushing about, searching for a book on physics in his chaotic room.
He asks? Where? But he has lost it himself, nobody else can help him.
It is dark outside, and being sick at home,decide to help. Clean out the coffee maker, we all drink too much of the stuff. Probably. Then go back to the bedroom, find the day clothes and put them on.
The son is still looking for his physics book, then he finds it in his school bag.
There is a rumble outside the door, it is the bin collection day today, Look out, the huge truck works it's way down the tiny alley, stopping at every second house. Two men in orange safety outfits with matching orange woolly hats are standing on pedestals at the rear end of the truck, waiting for it to stop, so that they can jump off and collect the bins from the entrances to the houses, where they have been left the previous night.
And it is only half past six in the morning.
And sick at home will not go to work untill this cold in the head has gone.
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