first call

 A slow awakening, even though it is early. The thighs hurt, it was yesterday's walk that is to blame for this. The smart mobile phone says forty-six kilometres, that is quite close to thirty miles. Supposing that there is a limit somewhere this must be close. The memory of the walk is pleasant, the birds shy like wild birds should be, and not hoping for crumbs and food.

Still, another day, Today is a day to take it easy, this is all in the interests of health and not self-destruction. It is early, just after six. Try to remain silent whilst putting on the water for the breakfast eggs on toast. It is necessary to use the coffee grinder, this probably wakes up everybody. Everybody, excepting the cat, who is up and about begging for food. Take down the tin of cat food from the table and put some on her plate. She backs away, showing signs of disgust. She will not eat this. Leave it there, she will be back later as soon as she realises that none of the high quality stuff is coming.

Have breakfast by the light of a computer screen, read the news. There are things to be paid and two emails to be answered. When the eggs are finished and the coffee drunk deal with these things. The black and white camera has been repaired and the lens with the strange defect too. Look forward to these things coming back.

There was an unexpected sale today, the parcel is ready now, and that will be the first call tomorrow. A visit to the post office to hand over the neat package with the prepaid stamp on it.

No, that is wrong. 

The first call tomorrow will be breakfast again.