cool

The cool weather is good for sleep, the sound of the rain pouring down the gutters and dripping off the tiled roofs is a relaxing sound. The summer rain is a present after two months of what turned out to be a drought. 

There is the sound of the cat, she has found her way up to the top flat and is now making noises. This is a new situation for her, she does not know where to turn. The mattress on the ground seems to disturb her, she will not step upon it. The cat is exploring, and she is complaining. She wants to be fed.

Never mind washing, put on the day clothes and go downstairs, the cat following so closely that one could imagine that she is on tow. She follows her human into the bathroom, never stopping her purring and calling. It must be hunger. She follows closely all the way to the kitchen over the loose tiles in the hallway.

The kitchen is disastrously untidy, the son has been satisfying his midnight munchies again, and has failed to clear up the mess. Nobody has cleared up much here, by the looks of things. The dishwasher has not been emptied, there are all kinds of packages on the worktop, packages empty and full. Pick one up to read the printing and see that it contains the inner tube for a bicycle wheel. Imagine what a boiled rubber tube must taste like, then put it down again. This is all just too much.

Feed the cat, make breakfast between the piles of ordures, and return upstairs alone, the cat having now disappeared. Eat and read the news, such as it is.

Things cannot go on like this.