go to Africa

Wednesday 24th of July.

Up and about, put together the collation of

things for the day, the watch,

the bag. the number plates of the old car are in the passage

by the entrance to the house. The cat purrs for

attention, but after a few short pats on the

bony head she moves off again, switching

her tail elegantly back and forth.

It is ten minutes early, decide to go for a

shower, as usual

, as almost every day.

after looking into the mirror, decide that a

shave would be in order, first, and before

the shower.

The warm water of the shower wastes

away

the stains of sleep.

And the soap from the shaving, down the

drain.

Put on the clothes in the bedroom, the

day is already hot, it is only half past six.

And whilst making the coffee recieve a big hug

from the son , just woken up and left his

bedroom.

A nice start to the day.

Some time later, a short drive in the

newly-repaired car. The waiting room of the office of the car registrar- Take a number from the machine, there is one man there already. The number has "504" written on a slip of paper from the

machine.

sit down, write these daily notes untill

the number comes up on the screen.

.

and then go away, from the comfortable

waiting room, down a corridor. Give

the papers to the man there, and the plates

Pay the money, the car that transported the

family for the previous six years does not

exist any more.

On paper.

The man who bought it said that it will

go to Africa.

Maybe to drive again.