Awaken to the cold and damp air in the room , the windows are closed, keeping the remainder of the warmth and the damp in the room. Open the windows? Why bother, there will be no more than rage from the wife. Fresh cold air is anathema, it is cold, and does not suit the sense of insulated misery that is so popular here.
The son plays the piano, he sits down to practice at intervals, he has a small performance coming up some time inside the next week or two. His play is improving, but he will never be a master. But it is a nice ability to have, the money on the teacher is well spent.
It is Sunday, and everything is running slowly.
That is the way it should be, on a Sunday.
Tomorrow will be a work day.
There are small things to be done today, but there is the intention to go out for a walk.
Fresh cold air.
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