to the post office twice

 It is shortly after nine and the alley outside the house is empty. It will be no time at all now to take the letter written yesterday to the post office. It is a short note to the pension fund. Behind the church there is the sound of two men shouting at each other. No, they are not shouting. That is just the local accent. There is no aggression involved. Pass through the dead pastor's gate, it is named after him. Turn left to proceed up the under the arches on the one side of the street. At the next road junction stop and wait for a car to finish a turn. The driver does not seem to be sure of where she is, and unsure of where she is going.After a few stopping and starting manoeuvres, and reversing and all kinds of other unpredictable activities she goes on her way, whence she had come. The car's number plates show that she is from a different town.
The post office is empty but for two people at the counter. Walk the length of the building. Give the official the letter and ask him how much that will cost. The official is behind a plastic shield. on account of the virus.
He says eighty cents.
Prices have risen for simple standard letters.
Pay him, and return home. 

Drop by at the accountant's office, she has her papers ready for collection. Talk to her for a while, and then on back upstairs. Make a photocopy of the papers for the own records, then write a short note for the tax accountants, and put the originals into an envelope.

Now it is shortly after ten, the alley outside the house is empty.

And returning from the post office this time remember to drop by the apothecary. The Ibuwhatsit tablets have run out. Repeated attempts to allay the whistle in the ears and the sounds like rushing fluids in the head have failed. This is dissapointing, but the tablets are good for dealing with headaches.