the old town

there is the sound of the son's alarm clock in the background, behind the dream, the realisation of daylight coming in through the dirty glass of the closed window. Struggle with being awake now, really – sleep and dreams would be better now.

Sit up, check the time. It is half past six in the morning.

Oh

The son comes in with a cup of hot black coffee

- that is nice of him - 

Then he explains that he has been working at his Latin.

that is good.

Sit there, read the news, the Americans, the British, the French and the Germans.F

That American is running the show for short term gain,

the pompous ass.

The British, now free of their Empire, do not seem to want a trade union that is not under theirs to rule.

And the French concerned with their own, and the Italians expecting a free lunch.

Take a warm shower, put on the day clothes, and go for the doctor's appointment. The son gives a quick hug, a morning's greeting. The son is on his holidays, he is talking to one of his friends on the computer now. They are playing games.

The doctor is in the building next door to the big church, that is only a five minute walk.

Lave the house , it is a bright overcast day, this is Tuesday, the beginning of the week.

The old town is looking well.