inches.

 At a quarter to eight hear the son run down the stairs and leave the house. By the sound of things he almost but not quite stumbles.

It was saddening not being able to speak to him at all yesterday, he and his mother seem to have become antagonised towards this only father. This is almost heartbreaking, and it is  understood that complaining about the sordid state of the flat is just not a good idea. His mother is still asleep, and will continue thus until eleven. Retire to the top flat to escape this mess, clutching the breakfast and a cup of coffee. Read the news, see that the Ukrainian leader has been involved in a minor car accident. And the Queen is slowly going underground in a lead lined box.

Things are moving in this world.

Take the plate and the cup back downstairs, and fill the watering can at the tap in the kitchen. Take it back upstairs and water the plants on the balcony. They will dry out and die if proper care is not taken. The weather has turned a steady grey, after yesterdays sudden cloudburst, a liquid catharsis producing inches of rain inside minutes.