lovely day

 this morning the son brought a cup of coffee to the bedside.

That was nice. On his father's birthday. Such a nice gesture. Get up, and realise that it was only so that he did not have to bear the sound of the Pavoni espresso machine in the morning. He hates that sound.

He had forgotten that it was the birthday.

What the hell, no need to remind him. Go on the twelve kilometre walk like every day for the last month, remember to pick up a name plate ordered for the post box.

Stick it to the post box on the return. At least now the postwoman will not complain. There are no greetings in the mail box either.

The sun is shining and it is a lovely day.