Eggs and toast, butter and cheese

 There are no eggs. Neither in the lower part of the fridge nor in the egg compartment at the top of the fridge. There will be no poached eggs without this vital ingredient. There is nothing to be done about this.

So make up a slice of buttered toast and a bit of cheese for breakfast. This is good too.

It is quiet in the flat without the son. His absence is not even made up for by the cat.

Later on in the Italian cafe listen to music and watch the other guests eat and the staff go about their business. The coffee is good, as it almost always is. The cook is a particularly interesting personality, watch him make a plate of noodles he with enormous concentration. The waiter with the beard picks up his money.

And when the coffee is finished, leave.

The supermarket has mainly older customers at this time, forever standing in the way. Remember to be patient, it will not be many years now, and their viewpoint will be understood all too well.

Eggs and toast, butter and cheese, that is all for today.

Later in the day, go to the motor club and cancel the travel insurance. It is insulting of them to double the fee just because of the age of their client. It is cheaper not being insured. The woman at the club is friendly.