Thursday, 14 February.
Up so early today that there was time to read some news on the computer.
It was a poor night's sleep.
Walking down the cobbled alley, see that there are disposable gloves lying in the gutter.
A pair of them; They are the kind that the ambulance people use to avoid infection.
Walk on, pass Grimm's kitchenware shop. There are white plates on sale at a reduced
price, like every year. They call these the white weeks.
Arrive at the bus stop ten minutes too early. Go back to the bakery shop; buy an early morning pretzel. It is still warm, carefully packed in a paper bag by the woman in charge of the shop. Take it out of the way on the way to the bus stop, say good morning to dolores, who has arrived in the meantime. Then walk over to the bin attached to the buststop's signpost, and discard the paper bag. The Taxi driver arrives, wish him a good morning too.
Count out the charge for the bus driver. Two fifty cent pieces, a twenty cent piece and a ten cent piece. That is all. And it will suffice.
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