Sunday morning, and it is silent. There is silence outside the house, and there is silence indoors. The cat has been fed, the day's one-man breakfast has been made and eaten, and, as said, things are quiet. There is the regular noise from the clock, but htat is it. The wife and the son are both asleep, and it is likely that the cat has joined them in that activity.
There is nothing to said against peace and quiet at a quarter to eight on a Sunday morning.
No real newspaper is available read, all the news is on the computer, snippets from various newspapers, headlines and similar information. There is news of the struggle in Ukraine, there is news of an elderly group of walkers struck by lightning.
And a car rumbles down the street outside.
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