Nothing there to write about, a blank in the mind.
Again. The weekly talk with the boss at work, passed. Provided the man with something to talk about and answered his questions.
Continue prettying the pictures taken years ago.
Untill midday.
A professor turns up with some fifty year old pictures which he wants scanned. Sit there and listen to him talk about composition. The man knows it all, and that is important to him too. The scanner is a slow machine by Nikon, but it produces better and cleaner scans than whatever the professor used.
After a while he gets bored watching.
He excuses himself, and goes away for an hour.
He comes back, gets bored again, and goes away.
Telephone with a friend whilst the scanner is working, watching masterpieces of the Athens fisch market get their due process..
And when that is over, plan to go home
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