two cups

 The darkness outside has lightened to a grey, the light filtered through lumpy irregular clouds. Birds are starting to twitter, and there is the occasional sound of a car rushing over the cobblestones. The old town's road surfaces are mainly cobbled, many of them have been resurfaced with the modern regular cobblestones. These are not as noisy, and are easier underfoot, but are ugly.

Get up and sneak out to the bathroom, deal with nature's call, and step on the scales afterwards. The weight is still too high, it will remain that way for many months more, if not for ever. Wonder if there is any point in trying to lose weight. The long walks every day let there be a feeling of increased fitness, but this is not reflected in the scale's display.

Turn on the coffee maker in the kitchen, check the contents of the coffee grinder. Coffee is coffee, despite all of the bad things that are said about it. The wife has bought a second and a third pack of coffee from the supermarket because she was impressed by its low price. Many things are like that, she will shop cheaply not realising that the reduction in cost is frequently just a poor compromise. The coffee is nasty.

But it is coffee, and it will all be used up sometime, and this cheap offer will be replaced by another sad product of the cost cutting food industry.

There is the distant sound of an ambulance, the driver sounding his alarm horn constantly, despite the lack of traffic on this early Sunday morning. And another car rolls over the cobbles in the small town. The twittering has been replaced by the cooing of pigeons. It is lovely to have the windows wide open in the morning letting in the cool air, and the feeling of freshness that comes with the morning.

There is the sound of three bells, once the booming of the big bells from the tall church, and then the tinkling sound from the smaller church. There is the sound of an approaching ambulance, it's tone rising as its direction of travel and speed augment the frequency of the sound of it's horn.

It is was three quarters of the hour, and now it is five forty eight. Time for a second cup.