apples

 An early awakening, the cat wishes to leave the room. She makes noises, and experience has shown that it is better to let her out than to ignore her. She pauses outside the door, then uses her cat door to leave for the balcony. Go to the bathroom, it is half past five in the morning, no time to be up on a weekend. Leave the bedroom door resting ajar, thereby permitting feline reentry. Return to bed, return to sleep.

It is light, and the cat has returned. She is lying on a cloth supermarket bag left on the window ledge, is fast asleep. Get up, the cat opens an eye, only to reseal it forthwith. It is warm on the window ledge, the heater is directly underneath it. It is cold, so take fresh underwear and get dressed at once. The wife is fast asleep, and supposedly the son too. It is nine in the morning. Read the mail on the computer, nothing awful has happened, other than the usual dire things.

Read for an hour, make coffee, be silent in this land of nod, Now it is just ten, the used shirts have been sorted out from the other washing, and the cat has been removed from the cloth bag.

With the shirts in the cloth bag and the camera bag on the shoulder head off for the shops. First, the shirts to the cleaners in the basement of the shopping centre, all seven, fifteen euros. The man with the short hair and the friendly expression is working there today. the organisation seems to have changed.

Go to the supermarket, two baguettes, a salami and a loaf of bread. And a plastic bag full of apples.