A pensioner who may stay in bed until seven, that is one of the luxuries of having social insurance and not being subject to the whims of commerce. But the great joy of it was the sound sleep, a welcome change from the past weeks.
The sun has risen some time ago, and in the kitchen the coffee pot has been put on by the son, he has woken too. The cat wants her food, she is insistent. Cats are generally attentive when they want to be fed.
Make breakfast, and be happy with a small portion of coffee, the remainder is for the son, after all.
Today is the day with the appointment at the photographer, but that is in a few hours, there is plenty of time. A mug shot, for the people permitting the use of the photographs in an exhibition, so that they can make their publicity out of the whole business. It is not a terribly exciting business, but it will be strange to be before the camera lens and not behind it.
Outside, the Portuguese family have started a Monday morning shouting match, the sound echos between the buildings, there is the sound of one particularly angry woman. Due to a lack of language skills it is not possible to work out what the subject of the matter is, but they continue their argument for a long time.
And when they stop, an aircraft flies past overhead, low and noisy.
Then they start again.
It is definitely Monday.
Go back down to the kitchen for more coffee.
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