lovely day

waken
make coffee
think.
The son is off on a weekend camp, just Friday Saturday and the first half of Sunday.

The wife asleep.

The cat demanding attention.

read the mail.
somebody to go and visit today, a dear friend from long ago.

Go for a shower, get dressed

and getting clothed in the bedroom, the front door bell rings go down barefoot in a hurry.
It is the neighbour, he says eight o'cklock on a wednesday with a building firm.
To look at a crack in the wall to his house.
Still barefoot wish him well and agreee.

Goodbye.

Go up to the bedroom, get dressed,
gather the bag, downstairs, leave the house. Talk to the accountant in her office, the tenant accountant.
Inform her of the death of the neighbours tenant.
Shock and surprise, she had not heard.
He was such a nice man.
Now so dead.

That is why the neighbour who owns the house wants to have it repaired.
Go on, it is time to do the morning shopping.
For Saturday.

And it is a lovely day.