blue bin day, shrove Tuesday.

dead silence outside, why? A German holiday, a Tuesday, the shops are open, but nobody is working.
Shrove Tuesday, a day of madness in big towns, costumed people dancing and hopping about in the streets.

Get up, get dressed for the day, there was a showerbath last night so why repeat it in the morning?
Take the little computer to the table, make a cup of coffee, feed the cat, read the news.
The wife and the son are fast asleep, the son groans and rolls over, but there is no further sign of life.

Sit at the table, bare foot, drink coffee, read the news.
Sneeze.
The cat mewls. Is she saying "Gesundheit"?
Does she see this as a form of communication?

It is peaceful, nothing but the ticking of clocks.
There is the sound of an engine outside, and a loud banging noise.
It is a dumpster, to collecting waste paper.
Today is a blue bin day, despite the holiday.

Rund down the stairs in slippers, hastily put on.
Open the door, take out the blue bin,
just in time for the man from the truck, the waste paper firm.
After the bin has been emptied into the huge machine, shaken to dislodge the last bit of paper there,

Take the bin back in, and find my way up the stair

And return to the computer, a third cup of coffee.