The kitchen is a catastrophe, it is a slovenly mess. The remains of yesterdays meal, the regular dirty dishes have been combined with the nocturnal culinary activities of the son and the remains of the wife's midnight cup of tea.
Concentrate on the preparation of coffee and put on water for the breakfast eggs. Leave all the crockery and other things were they are, for the moment, and know that if they are simply left there it will be for eternity.
Call the son, he asked to be wakened. Today is the day of his second exam. He is in his bed, awake already.
Breakfast and the news, it is nice to be alone.
Ten minutes after the last call, call the son again.
He is still awake
And some minutes later, he is in the living room, reading his text books.
And then he starts the last minutes preparation for his examinations. He has to borrow the computer, because for whatever reason, none of his computers are suitable .
Irritate him by taking pictures.
Stop taking pictures, there is no wish to distract him further.
He spends the final minutes looking for his second shoe, the first one being on his right foot already. He also needs his personal hairbrush, his father's will not do. Then he says goodbye, and goes downstairs.
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