Rossini

 Seven, it is seven and though the wish to get up is there, the dense thick feeling in the head makes remaining in bed a so much more attractive idea. Remember now that the son had helped yesterday to load up the tiny trailer with things that were no longer wanted, and that it is standing in the middle of the hallway downstairs.

Rest a few minutes more, that does good, make a warm brown beverage, read the news for a bit, read a couple of pages of a lovestory involving machine intelligence.

Now, something really must be done. The son is in the land of Nod, nothing to be done there. Take the key for the bigger car, go downstairs and take the green net out of the plastic box where it is kept. Cover the diverse objects on the trailer, cover the lot with an old wooden palette that is starting to rot. Hold this down with a green restraining band with a ratchet tightner.

Now the trailer is ready to go.

Open the double doors to the street, and wheel the trailer out. There is a car standing outside, some tradesman has left his vehicle there. Carefully steer the unwieldy trailer around this hindrance, a scratch on the glossy lacquer of this vehicle would be unpleasant, and lead to unpleasantness.

Leave the trailer on the street, close the doors, and go down the street to collect the car from it's parking spot. The car is faster than the small black car, and it has no automatic transmission. Forgetting this do not press the clutch as the car comes to a halt in front of the trailer. The car stops, the engine stalls.

The tow hook needs to be attached to the rear of the car, take it out of it's compartment under the floor of the hatchback boot, and click it into it's holder. Now the hook is complete, drag the trailer to the car,press the little safety catch, allow the socket to fit over the ball, attach the cord for the lighting on the trailer, and that is the whole thing ready to go,

Not quite.

There are some old plastic toys in the hallway, they should go into the back as well. The son has finally decided to get rid of all these old memories of his early childhood, and the things are just too grotty to even give away.

So the day starts this way:

to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump.