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 Sunday, the next door children are clamouring for their parents, for their grandparents, or maybe they are just furious because they are all wide awake and everybody else is not. The other neighbour is busy explaining things in to his wife in his gravelly voice and she answers in the small girls voice that has served her well over the last sixty years.

It is Sunday, pack up the washing and bring it down to the washing machine after breakfast. Fill the washing machine with white and light things first, leave the remainder in the plastic container. Wait to make sure that the washing machine has started. After a short delay there is the gurgling sound of water being admitted to the machine by the machine's electronic systems.

Upstairs, there is the usual fit of dizziness again. Lie down until this has passed. This is turning into a daily event. Then read what news there is to be read on this Sunday morning,  It seems that the clowns in this world are being given the rope they want, a little more time for some arbitrator who will do nothing more than arbitrate.  And now the dizziness has returned.