forgotten

There is a helicopter flying low over the building this morning, that and a light aircraft. An advertising film for Red Bull is being made involving a man jumping from an aeroplane and landing in the middle of the town. They had made their first scene yesterday, and today they have made their second, at seven in the morning. Listen to the loud noise of the helicopter flying the film crew, and wonder how long this is going to go on for. It does not last long the whole business is done in ten minutes. Go downstairs to make breakfast, the noise has apparently not disturbed anyone at at all, even the cat still seems to be asleep. Make breakfast, as has already become an almost entirely regular habit. Look at the news, another habit. And then take the breakfast things back to the kitchen and go to the bathroom for a shower. And then back upstairs to put on day clothes, that is not a habit but a necessity. There is a smell of disaster in the air, there is tension in the house. The cat is sneaking around as if it is guilty of something. The cat always sneaks around like that, so it does not really signify anything. There is a constant feeling of having forgotten something important.