politics

the news read, the political disasters in the world not understood.
disentangling personal gain from the common good has failed in Britain.
personal gain seems to be an ideal in America, but not everybodys.

In the sitting room the ironing board on it's metal legs in the centre of the room stands in the way of potential traffic. There were things to be ironed yesterday, the board, and the iron upon it, remain.
The son woke up earlier, the good intention to wake up early realised by the alarm, but the body has sent him back to sleep on the couch. There he is, snorting asleep, heavy breathing, relaxed. His hair is a deep red mane about his face. His long hair is a matter of principle and not of appearance.
But what principle is involved.

The cat paid loving attention to this early riser untill it was fed. Now it has gone to wherever to sleep again. As a carnivore, it spends most of it's time sleeping.

It is now half past nine. Suddenly, the son had got up, navigated the ironing board and entered the kitchen. There he is now visible drinking coca cola from a large plastic bottle.

The one clock is ticking away happily to itself. The other clock has stopped, there is probably dust and dirt in the works now. It will need cleaning, a troublesome process.

It is Sunday, take the luxury of a third cup of morning coffee on this grey overcast day.
Listen to the firs cars outside, the neighbours on excursions again.
Hear the sound of Sunday bells from the churches.

time to move and to do other things than write this message to the unknown everybody.