bad day

Tuesday 30th April 2019

Much the same as yesterday, up early, as

early as every working day.

since the holidays. the cat no longer comes into

the bedroom in the morning. She is used tobeing alone in the sitting room now.

Wear the same clothes as yesterday. Today will

be another day, a day of physical work trying

to clean up the large format printer.

It is damp and drizzly in the street, there is

a man with a huge trailer blocking the road.

Perhaps he is doing removal work for someone

living in the narrow street.

Today is a bad day, it is not a day for

details. Dolores, with her leopardskin handbag

and a plastic raincoat. She is still wearing

some brace on her leg, something to counteract

the arthritis she has complained of. A small car stops at the pavement. It is a friend of hers.

She staggers over, and gets into the low vehicle.

It will take her home.

The taxi driver arrives, his beard is getting

longer. He is wearing a rain hat, the sort

of floppy cloth thing that fishermen wear.

Today is not a good day.

little express train

Monday 29th April, 2019

The usual
The alarm at five, from the tablet
To the bathroom let the ice cold water run until hot
Was, tje arm pits, the sticky bits, the hair.
Rinse away the soap
Turn off the shower.
Dry the aged body, brush the teeth.
Back to the bedrrom, put on the clothes
fresh socks, pants, and shirt. Wear a hoody today,
probably nobody will register the recommencement of work, it is all done by email and computers now.

Read the news. Thionk that history will punish those who disregard it's lessons, those that did not learn that to amass riches without any regard for social obligations is a recipe for disaster.
Walk out into the street, push past the blue bin left out last night by the wife.
Walk out into the dim light dawning of a first workday this week. The first aftzer two weeks holiday.
Dolores is at the bus stop
Good morning.

The bearded taxi driver arrives

good Morning.

Check the money

Pay the driver after bus arrives, after

letting the others on board first.

stare at the passing lights.

get out at the station.

good Morning, man with a pigtail and

a cigarette, standing at the ashtray.

in front of the station.

coffee, the first of the day.

Stamp on the card.

The little express train is there on

time.

Another year and a half of this.

home

conscious after unconscious
ness in the nether of the own bed's feather
awake to the regular and the usual surround around
home
in Landshut.
The cat looks on curious, sitting on the wife's hip
Get up, look out.
The day, an insipid grey.
Everyone is asleep

Later, a cup of killer coffee
two slices of toast.
all are asleep

Think to leave the house
read the news
the evil of the world
humans not understood by humans

flight

Saturday, 27th of April, 2019

Ripped from sleep by a seaside melody from

the telephone on the table, stagger to the table,

turn the telephone off.

It is a quarter to-three in the morning.

It is dark outside, there is the sound of rain and

wind

The clothes

are placed ready and waiting in

front of the bed, there is the little bag beside the

bed, the small brown one with the papers and

the passport. Close the little blue suitcase, once

the night clothes are packed away into it.

The son is fast asleep, his alarm clock failed in

the night. He is not in the least amused, he

wants to continue sleeping.

There is no way that this can be allowed. There

is a car to be returned at Dublin airport, a

check-in to be found, a bag to be dropped and

a flight to be boarded. so persist in waking

him, despite abuse, despite the rain and the

impossibility to find a fresh hair of underpants.

Persist untill the cries of rage abate. carry out

the little blue bag, a tiny hand suitcase. Return,

check the-1 brown bay, passports, boarding cards

all there. The son has finished, his bags are

packed, he is ready.

Turn of the lights, leave the little house

behind in the rain. The lady of

the house comes down, she has been wakened

by all the noise. There is time for a hug and

a thank you, time for her to wish for a safe

journey..

Drive on down through the rain, there are

broken branches onthetiny country road,

there is water flowing on the black asphalt

surface.. A stick hits the bottom of the vehicle

as it passes over it. It is a drive down a

windy road in an murky dark night,

down to the traffic lights in Old Bawn,

and on to the M 5.

There are'

warning signs up informing

of surface moisture on the road, the spray

from a truck is blinding. But the road is

clear, and apart from the Trucks and a bus,

the traffic in negligible..

The airport roads are confusing, car

parks, and lanes exclusive lanes and

bus lanes.

Take a

trip around the

block, but then find the right entrance.

A man in a green vest appears, a man

with a polish accent. He takes the car

keys., checks the name. He gives directions

to Terminal one.

A long walk through an empty building.

hug

Friday 26th of April 2019

the light in the room passes from side to side,

grey light dluwmalirg a landscape all green, with

bits of yellow m hetman, gorse flowering.

There are white flowers on-he was outside, and

also pink cherry blossoms. The wind had torn

down most of the cherry blossoms, only the strongest

survive. The son is up, he comes in, gives his father

ahvg, a long embrace. That is nice, a nice start

to the morning.

Later, he ia at the little eating cereal, he has his

long red hair in disarray.

Then he returns to bed.

Watch a bird at the feeder outside the wider

A hny comtaarpd bird, picking at a wire cage

filled iirth nuts. Food for the birds.

The room is beautiful, Dublin By on the one

side and the trees and the hills on the

other-The dull grey light of the early

morning hastumedto a uhite glare,

the rain has stopped, now There is light

everywhere.

Now the sun is out, the shadows are

harder, there is a gap in the clouds.

day before last

dog snores and flow noises from the refrigerator.

quiet in the house on the top of the hill over dublin bay

the dog is a boxer

the refrigerator is by whirlpool

orherwise silence but for the timnitussi on the right ear

It is ailent and let us wait

The son is silent and has gone back to bed after breakfast, tired of all the travelling

The day before last in Ireland

sheep

sheep and lambs in the fields in the night. They are bleating loudly in tbe dark, they aound distressed. The sound is clear and near rhrough the open window. Nocturnal sheep, they bleat, and are not asleep.

Roll over, sleep on.

There is the sound of voices, talking in a monologue. Small speaker distortion, it is a radio, somebody talking, English, unintelligible., through the walls. There is the aound of snorin

The radio is turned off again.

The blesting starts again.

The radip again.

Sleep.

Car starting sounds.

Somebody is off to work.

Dawn

Sheep.

Let them jump over the fence

For all cares

sleep

tea

Clonmel in the morning, a bed by the window.

The son on the floor, on a matress.

Fast asleep, wrapped in his duvet.

There is the sound of the family awakening.

 A dog barks, then is hushed.

Get up, find the clothes. fallen off the end of the bed.

Go to the kitchen.

Barefoot

Two small dogs come to lick those bare feet in the kitchen. Two tiny cat-sized dogs.

This is a first-time experience.

The big man, the owner of the dogs is there.

He laughs.

Tea is offered.

morning tea

and the dogs licking the skin on the bare feet.

Irish bed and breakfast

an old town to awaken in, a fresh bed in an old town. Tipperary Town, a long street of sorry houses, sad fronts and many closed shops, or shops sunk from former greatness.

Or the greatness of former times.

But the room is fresh, the bed is soft, the bathroom is clean. The son in one bed, the father on the other. The suitcase is in the middle.

It is a lovely clear day.

The man, Mr. Casey, says so.

So so.

Irish breakfast, black pudding, rashers, an egg.

Coffee for the German.

The son is happy.

Irish bed and breakfast

glass box

Saturday 20th of April, 2019

On a settee in a glass box looking over the

inlet of the Atlantic, a part of the complex

Galway bay. The brother has gone with the

fisherman to collect rocks for his garden in

Dublin, he has gone to an island out in the

middle of the bay. With his fisherman friend..

The water is dark grey, dead calm, shining

reflections of the trees and houses on the

islands in the bay, patterns on its surface

showing up the currents and the fields of

seaweed. There is a hrdee at the water's edge,

grazing, And a cow wanders over the small

fields between the dry stone walls, the walls

made of irregular stones balanced one on lip of the next. The fields are a patchwork, a subdivision of the land the ground bare rock or covered with a shallow soggy mass of black earth.

It is a day of low cloud, the hills on the

opposite side of the bay are cut off by the

low gray cloud, the mountains surface

indistinct and grey in the fog below the clouds.

Towards the apex the sky brightrns, but

is no more than a pervasive greyness.

seen from the glass room attached to the brothers cottage

a rock covered

Friday, 19th of April, 2019

Silence. There is no sound but the wind, no machine humming, no car passing. Just a few birds. And wind. But silence otherwise. Peace and quiet, out in the country.

This is the West of Ireland, near Galway, on

an island connected to the mainland by a bridge and a causeway. It is a rock covered mostly with shallow soil, divided into small fields by a myriad of stone walls. There are

smart little family houses scattered in the

landscape, and there are many stone

ruins, roofless, roofless, with a door and

two windows on the long side. A century ago,

the population was dense, there  were

hundreds of families. Now there are the

few modern houses, and the hundreds of

tiny ruins.

The son is upstairs, he is doing his latin vocabulary on the computer. Or he is playingone of the many games on the machine.

The brother is off searching the rock, pools for interesting specimens.

And the bright morning has clouded

over, it is all turning to a glaring haze of soft light.

Pellier

Thursday, 18th April 2019

Descend the narrow#airway from the bedroom

to the small uvdedtair bathroom. + A large long

can of showing foam, a small amount spread

over the face, a single little razor head with

three blades, and the fuss in the face is erased.

washthe swh, wash the foam from the ears

and the nose.

go down the stairs in the grand house, and

out into the great hallway. Up the stairs,

and took out of the great wonder, up to the hill

called Pellier, the hill with the Hellfire

clubhouse omits summit.

heart µ as ever,

cared for, the trees have grown

bigger, the thirty metres tall

got the youngest brother in his Hat,

his wife, her grandson.

Hate a cup of lmh wstatafffa, That is

the mm to go now.

a talent for things

Wed, 17th April, 2019

awake, lazy holidays, there is work to be 

done today, but much later.

In the old manor house again, up in the

corner room, the relics of the owners of the house, their travels in books on every available surface.

Travel books. Novels. guide books. The room is

a deposit of past travels, of a life spent travelling

To Africa, Tibet, India an China.

Wonders for one who has never really been

outside Europe.

get up. The son is grumpy, he claims to have

wanted to be up earlier. But he was not, he

is full of sleep now, and blames all available

persons.

Get dressed. There is no shower. So there is

no hot water to enjoy. But it does not

matter. Fresh socks, a fresh pair off pants,

all packed in Landshut for the two weeks away from home.

Later, the son is at his computer learning his

Latin words for school. He may never be a great

scholar but he needs to pass his exams.

And it is great to be in the peace of the brothers

sitting room, the youngest brother, the one

with the talent for gardens and buildings.

grand

Tuesday 16th April 2019

Half way up the stairs, the first landing. The

wide staircase into the grand hall, the main

entrance at the end. The big stairs are central

to the hallway, a great window at the top of the

stairs. From the first landing, seperate stairs

go up the right hand and the left hand side of

the stairwell, the hallway rises to the full height of the building.

The view from the sofa down into the hall

is grand, with the chairs and sofa and the

big mantelpiece in marble at the fire. There

are works of art from the previous century, it

is all very grand. The sl to writers,

visitors who had come up the hill from

Dublin, via Rathfarnham and Balyboden.

It is a grand house, a big house built before the last century, all very fine. A huge leather sofa, this may have been there for a long time.

storm

Monday, '5th April.

sleep, and he awoken by the sound of wind in

the trees, wind making a wire somewhere hum.

Listen. From inside the house the sound is relaxing.

Sleep was sound, and deep. The wind in The

trees, a lullaby, or something, gradually, it is brighter. Draw back the curtains.

All the trees are being shaken, the wind roars

louder, hisses, whooshes.

Get up, tidy up the things hanging over the

edge of the suitcase, start sorting through the

things in the little  bag.

A camera, a lens, passports. Lay them all out

ut on the desk in the room. Search for the pen.

where it should be.

The hen is not

go out wto the living room. The storm

is louder here, bouts in other the hills.

Dublin is lost in a fog, and onthe other

side the cherry tree has lost it's blossoms, or

at least half of them. They are on the

ground like snow, white spots on the

ground.

The paris in the pocket of Htc packet on the

back at the chair. Where it had lean lift last

night. Bdwe the wind in the Dublin wowtains.

flight

Sunday, 14th April 2019

In a seat covered in blue leather, real or fate

is hard to tell. The track of the seat in front is made

of blue plastic, the back of the headrest is in yellow

plastic with wbt nations on how to me tk safety

features hidden in the aircraft.

There are people all around, the man

to the right, Heron the aisle has fallen forward

into the back of the seat in frdnt at him.

Asleep.

He may have been drinking. He may be the

source of the farts, the ones giving the air

conditioning a hard time. The

young

woman to the left is looking at a film on her

htyl one, concentrated g. dart. and the

man at the window. is kneeling on his seat,

talking to his friend behind him, and he

sitting on the new one row back. seats in

rows. The two men are drinking cider

and white wine with kl, and are talking

constantly. They must be a little drink aftc,

the third round of odor aal white wine.

The gun is in the aisle seat. cmlnr of

seats to thi mor. He has been drinking

cola tv mat. i the flight slertcr.

It is expensive, for the little cans

am

The cabin crew push Their carts up and

down the aisle, seeding airline food and

drink. There are announcements, infometn

as to the status of the flight, encouragement

to buy a hot meat fresh from the microwave.

Outside the window, a complete cloud

cover in brilliant white, and a blue

swy, a gradient from desaturated to deep

blue black...

It is a great day up here. The temperature

outside is probably unhearatty krx.

The cabin crew love blue informs,

blue shirts, white shirts, yellow trim. The

steward has a yellow and ochre striped

tie. They all come from Spain, they work for

an Irish airline. An Irish airline owned

by the British.

Another cup of coffee.

The third.

At whd given up, cafla has taken it's

H; How bad rests. A hundred and twenty

haircuts in www. A U facing forward.

Nu thewtmarwistrymgtusdt

perfume and watches.

so, What?

awake in the warm bed, grey light from the window, it is the morning the day before the annual journey to Ireland.
Exhaustion from the past week's strain.
Tiredness was there last night, early to bed.
Late to rise.

Get up, make a cup of coffee, a slice of toast.
Toasters produce strong local air pollution, so it was written in that New Yorker article.
Never mind.
The cat has buried it's face in a small plastic bucket half filled with dry cat food.
There are muffled chewing noises.

The coffee machine is hot now, take the coffee grounds from the grinder and put them into the silver sieve of the machine.
A small cup with a golden rim from the cupboard in the hall.
And there is coffee

Take the cup to the table in the sitting room.
The place is in a total mess.
The wife and the son do not clear up their things behind them.
they prefer to leave them lying about.

diaster.
Stay quiet, why bother.
drink coffee
The son comes out of his bedroom.
sits down on a chair
the cat on his knees.

Mention the mess.
He gets up
Returns to his room.

So what.

touching

Bare cold alley, up as far as the junction with the new town. Walk down the Newtown street, there is a group of young men talking and shouting to each other. It is just before half past five in the morning. They are early today. Further along on the left, the little bakery shop all lit up, the woman who works there setting her things up for the day. She once said that those who start early get more from the day. It is the bakery store that the son likes to go to.

Farther down the street the Friday food market is being set up. There are stalls, some are delivery trucks where the sides flap up to show the counter, others are based on trailers. Think that it would be nice to stay a while and to watch.

There is no time. Hurry on, There is the Regierungsplatz on the right. There are no people here anymore. Sax's painter shop has a display in the window showing small figures. The house is in a bautiful state of finish. A few generations of painters took care of that.

At the bend in the road where the old persons home is and opposite the church find the car where it had been left the day before yesterday.
Get in.
Find the keyhole for the ignition. It is dark. That is not particularly easy.
Turn the engine on

Drive.

Fifty five kilometres, tunnel, main road, motorway, main road, parking space.
Close on thirty five minutes. Faster than the train.

There is a book at the door, nicely wrapped up with a presentation band around it on the ground in front of the door.

A present.
That is nice.
Open it, see that it is a thank you for work appreciated.

touching

small thing

Thursday, 11th of April, 2019

1 here is a small thing glistening among the

cobblestones. The cobblestones on the way to the

town gate, in the theatre street. Touch it with the right foot. It rolls over, still glistening.

No idea as to what that might be.

The hair is still damp from the shower, it is cold in the morning air. It is clerk. Sit in the

bus shelter on the bench that Dolores used, before she fell ill with her leg, and the arthritis in her knee. It is five thirty seven, the bus is due in five minutes. There is the sound of the man feeding the ducks, making chicken farmer noises.

Cloak chooz chooz choah. A man feeding wild ducks in

the park, being the first thing that he does, feeding his

flocks.

The taxi driver approaches, he has trimmed his beard.

Pay the bus driver, and go to the rear part of, the bus, behind the bellows covering the point

in the middle. The bus moves out into the traffic, lurching, that makes it hard to walk,.

Sit down, watch the streets pass by.

The girl behind the counter is called Andrea. She manages the shop. she is friendly, looks up, and says

"large coffee?". "Große Kaffee"

stand still

The forgotten alarm sounds from the tablet on the table in the corner of the bedroom. Last night , the intention to turn it off was not carried out. And now the awakening at five.
Unnecessary.
Get up, stumble over to the table, touch the button displayed on the tablet's screen until the device stops making sounds.
Think for a moment, go to the lavatory, then return to bed.
There is no real need to get up.

Later, at six thirty get up and shower.
The son is up then too, preparing for school.
He is always up alone in the morning, later than his father.
He only has a five minute walk into school.
very nice and comfortable.
A fresh towel soaked with water now.
water wiped away from the shower-soaked body.

And then put on the clothes for the day.
It will be four hours before the appointment at the barbers.
There will be time to go to the bank before then.
There will be time to do a few things before then.

The son has left, he made a cup of coffee for his father before leaving.
That was nice of him.
Now it is a quarter to eight
time does not stand still

the goods

The, April 9,2019

The cat reaches up with both front paws, up to the human knees clothed in black denim. Her cat face looks up, assessing the situation. Then she pulls herself up onto the knees with a small jump from the rear legs by way of support. she does not realise that her claws cause pain to the wearer of the black denim trousers. Then she settles down, purring loudly. Wait for a few minutes, patting her

head, stroking her back. Then, bend down to

put on the socks. The cat is disturbed, she jumps down, then she leaves the room. Hear the cat door creak outside as it swings. The cat has gone out to the balcony.

There is a grey rubbish bin beside every door

in the street. today is the bin day. Later, orange clad men will come with their big orange tuck

and empty all of the containers.

There is nobody waiting at the bus stop today.

Stand there and watch the cars and the trucks go by, it is nearly five forty in the morning. The goods are already moving on the road, heading for destinations probably a longer way away.

Big container trucks, avoiding the motorway

tolls as they can.

The taxi driver arrives, and then the bus.

two bells

Mon, 8 April 2019

after sleeping well, turn off the strumming

noise of the alarm clock on the tablet computer.

Take a shower. With a sudden blast of water the shower head frees itself of lime.

Brush the teeth, back to the bedroom. Find the clothing in the wardrobe. Wardrobe:

a keeper of clothes, of robes.

Leave the house and walk over the grey cold dry cobbles just as the bells of saint Martins church sound twice. That is for the half hour, leath uair tar eis a sé-,

half past six.

There are ducks at the town gate, they are eating breadcrumbs, and larger bits of bread that have been spread there. As the human form approaches, a pair of ducks take to noisy flight. They hurtle into the dark, avoiding trees, fleeing towards the river. The bus stop is deserted, there is no one there yet, the bus is due to depart in seven minutes. The taxi driver arrives, say good morning. Read the news, read that Trump has few friends, and wonder.

The smoker is at the railway station.

Good Morning, and there is a long queue at the coffee counter. Take the full paper mug to the platform, finish it in the train.

clocks

Mewing from the cat in front of the bedroom door, she is inside and wants to leave, to go into the corridor. Her mews take on a howling, complaining character. Get up, let her out, go to the lavatory. It is half past six.

Go into the kitchen, switch on the coffee maker, the coffee grinder, take two slices of toast and put them into the toaster.

Make a cup of coffee, butter the toast and put a piece of Brie-type cheese on it. Put it all onto a plate and go into the living room.

Write these notes directly into the computer, starting with the cat.

The clock is loud, every thirty seconds , a switching noise as it sends a signal to the non-existent filial clocks.

dak thack and then thac dak.

An old business clock, that used to synchronise all of the other clocks in some building, some enterprise, in the 1940's in France.

The clocks outside, the ones on the churches, ar all sounding now, seven bells for the seventh hour. They are calling the faithful to prayer.

And now the son is up, he scampers around the kitchen. A scampering fifteen year old.

Sunday, a day of rest.

evanescence

up late, it is Saturday, up late when compared to the rest of the weeek. There is no need to be punctual.
For what?
For whom?
For the cat?
For the sleeping son?
For the sleeping wife?
There is no work, the work is destroying.

The coffee from the machine is good.
Strong black bitter.
Read the news on the computer.
Deeds confused by viewpoint.
confusing purpose with result.
Things look different in anticipation than they do in hindsight
hindsight would surprise many who anticipate.

Surprise is the failure of anticipation
and it is the normal way of things.

Another cup of coffee.
look up the word "evanescent".
would apply to many things.
The physicists have a particular use for the word.
Sly waves whose amplitude reduces exponentially, right angles to a surface impinged upon by a low incidence beam, they fade fast, they fade into and out of the imagination.

and they want a picture of evanescence

To demonstrate a process, to elevate an idea.

The son
is up
walking about in night clothes
almost half asleep
almost one quarter awake.

He asks to go to the café
if he gets dressed, then ok.

A thought about that.

ducks

Friday, April 5, 2019

In front of the bakeshop at the town

gate there is a young couple with bicycles

trying to take photos of ducks in the dark

using a mobile iphone. The ducks are confused

they are unsure as to whether they are going to

be fed or as to whether this is a threat or not

go through the town gate, and walk on

to the bus stop-see that there are other ducks

approaching from the river, waddling along,

quacking.

The electronic signpost at the stop is showing a confusing message today, then

a late bus, the message is that it might

arrive in a minute or two. So wait, there

is nothing much to do otherwise, but to lpok at

some more ducks, two of which have taken

to the air, and are industriously flapping

the short distance to the baker shop in the hope

of being fed.

The Taxi driver arrives, the man with

the grey beard.. He says that the bus number 4

is probably late. That does not matter, the

usual bus in the bus number one, the one

that goes directly to the station.

And then, the bus arrives, the driver is paid

The railway station, good morning to the

soliton smoker, and then the  coffee

in the crowded cafe.

time

Thursday April 14

Birdsong in the morning, it is springtime again

A cyclist approaches, pedal's up and down,

rattling over the street's cobbles.

Arrive at the bus stop, see that it is late. There is a bus already at the stop, it is just leaving.

Look at the time, it is half an hour later than usual.
What has happened? It must be the changing of the time at the beginning of the week, the body taking a few hours to recover.

Take the later bus, arrive at the railway station.

There is a group of six men standing around the waste bin in front of the station, they are all drinking and smoking. There are more up at the top of the stairs, the station is very busy today, it is very busy because of the time.

It is only half an hour later than usual.

The express train will leave at six twenty eight, there is time to get a mug of coffee in the station cafe. The people behind the counter are working hard to deal with all the wants, wishes and requests of the people waiting in

line. Shuffle forward, br wished a good morning, with a good morning in return .  Order the

large paper mug of fresh coffee, wait for a fewminutes, get a plastic lid and go to the  platform.

Sit down and wait.

Writing these notes on the train in the rosé

sunrise, let the express speed through Moosburg.

belly

Wed, 3 April

There, a man pulling his trolley suitcase up the cobbled road from the town gate, slowly heading townward, He is slow, and the rattle from the trolley's wheels echoes from the houses on either side. Gothrough the  town gate to the bus stop. There is no one there but for a sshort man with a huge fat stomach, projecting out over his belt in a big globe. The man is probably not able to see his toes when standing. He has a neatly trimmed beard.

At the railway station, wish the smoker with his scrawny pigtail a good morning.

He is the only man standing at the ashtray, the others stand at the top of the steps, drinking and smoking.

There is a long queue at Yoma's cafe today, there is only one person behind the counter, stoically dealing with one customer after the other. Take the coffee, go to the little counter where the lids and the sugar and the condiments are stacked. take a lid, fit it onto the cup, and carry the whole lot out to the platform, drinking the coffee through a hole in the plastic lid.
The journey is starting, the journey to and from work, and it will end again this evening.

no dolor

The 2 April

The blue tin full of paper waste put outside

the door as The house is abandoned for the

chilly street. But for the street lights, it is

dark. The last hour last sunday has seen to

that, sunrise will be in an hour's time.

A cyclist goes by, heading Towards the

police station. He has a mere ing bright

LED light attached to his forehead. Maybe

like an angler fsh, a creature of the deep

night darkness.

There is no Dolores at the bus stop, she

must be lending her leg. Perhaps she has gone

into retirement, finally locking away from the

wud to be up early, to go to work. she had

complained of a sore knee, and of being old.

All in her Turkish accented german.

The taxi driver arrives, he wqiyd about

the previous week. Then there' is a discussion of

the stress factor involved in driving a car II

work, as opposed to the time saved by driving

The love arrives, that is the end of the arwgx

'look at the boom of a Traffic light, its

shadow cast on the road Hythe street

lamp.. The angle of the kvp and the sky,

of the boom mate the shadow look like

a c e e r nt' em hath

sodium lamps

Mon 1 April 2019

A quick shower, gather the clothes from the

wardrobe that had been tidied up over the weekend.

And leave the house, walk down the early

morning lifelessness of the church alley,

pass the curch, leave the cobbled over graveyard

to the left. A police car crosses the old market,

moving slowly, the two policemen inside

doing their job.

at the town gate a pigeon flutters by-There

is a duck, it goes for a small piece of

something on the cobbled pavement, then it changes its mind and retreats again as the

heavy human feet approach. It was only a few centimetres away from the delicacy,

whatever it was. But the approaching threat was greater than the greed. So the insticts of duck led it to pull back it's bill, to go into reverse, and to change the direction of movement. Evasive action on automatic, drive by instinct and not by consideration.

The bus stop is bare of people, there are empty fast food containers littering the

ground-Reddish, Macdonalds. It is hard to tell by the light of the orange sodium lamps.

The taxi driver arrives, and the bus a short while later.