Saturday, 28th of september.
Walk through the town with the son, to his
favourite cafe. He attracts attention, with his
long red hair, people stop and stare.
Her was up early, and it seems to be a treat
that he cannot get enough of-sitting in a
café, a cup of milky coffee and his favourite
cake. His father, just takes a plain black with a German croissant.
After the cafe is done with, walk through
the town. The supermarket has not opened
yet, there are people in front at its doors,
waiting.
Buy two small loaves of white bread.
The son wants cranberries and condensed
milk, no idea as to what he is going to-
do with this.
Then wander on into the computer shop,
a shop specialising in Apple machines.
Admire a stylus that will write onto a
computer. But-it is difficult, the writing
is scrawly, difficult to follow. It looks
awful.
go home.
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