Up early today, to the sound of feline complaint and the bells of Landshut. The big bell of Saint Martins has been repaired, and it is as loud as ever. It is a bright day with blue skies covered in large white cumulus clouds, little storm cloud on their way to a change in the weather somewhere.
The house appears deserted but for the cat. The son has gone reclusive, since he has started to work doing his years social service. He has difficulties speaking with his father, the writer of these daily notes. The house is pervaded with an air of insanity. Knock on his door to check whether all is well, then try the door. It is locked. This is his demand for privacy, and it is to be respected.
The large coffee maker is no longer functioning correctly, the seal is broken. There is water dripping out of the joint between the upper pot and the lower pot, and the whole thing will not pressurise correctly. And the coffee tastes strange.
It is typical of this pensioner to take hi shower at nine, that is three hours later than in now bygone times.
bye bye, tempus fugit
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