forgotten

 It rained today, quite persistently. The sound of the rain under the glistening trees is relaxing, and on the long walk there was nobody else around. The birds were as greedy as ever, it really makes no difference to them what the weather is doing. Maybe it would take a real downpour to drive them to shelter under the trees in their enclosure.

The small extra part to the walk is pleasant. The viewing platform at that side of town much the same height above the river, it is possible to see straight over from the one platform to the other, past the church spires and over all of the old buildings.

The waitress is back at the Italian café today, and she brings over the usual black coffee done to perfection.

Today is the day for doing all of the official home things, clearing up all the things that are not needed any more and selling them on Ebay. It is a lot of work, but it is surprising how much money is to be made with things that were forgotten.