Leave the traffic jam of holiday-bound drivers behind, leave them to their troubles. All moving as fast as a horse and cart on the motorway. Follow the directions given by the navigation system on the mobile telephone, turn right and then left and simply proceed, through the villages and suburban housing. Drive slowly and yet proceed more quickly than on the choked faster roads.
Today is the day to visit the parents of the wife, both in their house with the well kept garden in a german suburb. Enter the house, it is good to see them, two older people happy to be alive and to be getting on with their lives, without an existential concern in the world. A working family who survived work to live to a long retirement.
They have built a glass pavillion in their garden, unclear what for, but they enjoy doing things and making things and having things, and seeing their children and grandchildren and watching their success.
There is a grill in the garden, the father grills meat and vegetables, the son has brought mock meat to grill so that he can join in the fun. A steak made of soya for vegans.
The whole day spent in the suburbs, and listen as the accounts are given of other days spent in the suburbs or in the car or in Italy where they have baught a small flat in the country.
They have it good, and they worked hard for it.
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