Furious

Long before the alarm sounds, get up and go to the loo, return to the bedroom  afterwards. It is light and warm today, settle down at the desk to read the news.

There is no news.

Nothing worth talking about. or what?

No, it is four in the morning. 

There is nobody talking.

Not even in time-shifted America.

Today is the day that the building workers are due to arrive and to start their work.

The alarm clock sounds, switch it off immediately.

Then decide that the time would be right for a shower.

After that, sit down again, see if there is more news.

But there is none.

Read the story about an art critic. The story is published in an American newspaper, it is interesting, and it is lively.

Answer the ringing telephone, it is the neighbour checking on whether everything is in order. The time set for the appointment is nine in the morning, that is another hour away. The wife awakens, chat to her about the impending building work. She realises that a scaffolding is due to be set up in front of the bedroom window, so she hurries to get dressed.

At nine, leave the building and, see, there is the owner of the neighobouring house, waiting.
We chat, and we wait.
The tenant is in her office, introduce the two of them, they chat.
We wait.
Until half past nine, when he telephones the firm
Listen as it becomes obvious that the workers have decided not to arrive, they never cancelled the appointment.

Too bad, those workmen.
Go and tell the wife.
Change the hoodie for the jacket.
Pick up the bag.
She says that she will be at home all day.

Go out and tell the neighbour that this afternoon will be in order, and go to work. Go to find the tiny black car, and start the hour's journey to work.
Furious.