Leave the car beside the tree, that is the place where it is always parked, that is the place where it will be found this evening.
Walk across the wet and muddy grass and in through the glass door set into a wall of glass bricks.
Hold the chip under the reader, the reader beeps and says that there are minus three hours on the work account. Hurry on to the lavatory around the corner, the journey was longer than usual, an dthe breakfast coffee seems stronger.
The office is the same, start the computer, get the password wrong. Try again, get it right.
There are the parts for the antique globe of the world in the bag, a small mechanical part is broken.
Go down to the fitter who works in the shops in the basement. He looks over the pars, and frowns and thinks. A precise man, nothing he makes is wrong. A machinist who is used to many figures behind the decimal point.
At lunchtime, go to the crazy Bean cafe, and the manager is there, alone, furious, his assistant is not there today.
He is abusive and apologetic at the same time. He tells all around that he is alone today, and that everything will take more time to prepare.
But he remains friendly in between his bouts of shouting and moaning.
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