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The floor is wooden planking, the piano casing is made of wood, dark brown, the other piano, wood too, also dark brown. The golden brown secretary from the turn of the last century stands by the window. Brown wood, some polished some not , on all the furniture.

The little Bulle clock has stopped. Maybr the battery does not have enough power any more. The other clock, on the other side of the room, Brillie brothers from France is ticking away, keeping time.
And the untidiness is everywhere,  things are just being left where they were last used.
There is nothing lying about which does not originate with the son and the wife. The cat has left a glass marble on the floor, but that is not so serious. The five plastic keyboards stacked on the old table piano from the eighteenth century are more disturbing.
Oh stop being grumpy in the morning.
Every quarter of an hour the device attached to the arm by the medical people yesterday beeps. Then it inflates, constricting the arm, measuring blood pressure. Then it deflates, and a short beep indicates that it is finished. In one hour it will be removed.

There is the noise of traffic outside, the noise of car tyres on the cobbles. The noise of the  tyres is louder than the engines. The bells of saint Martins church ring, it is nine in the morning now.

Make another cup of coffee, the family is asleep, there is the sound of voices from the street.
Live with the mess or tidy it up.
Or leave.