worth the effort

Yesterdays pullover turned up again, it had just been lying on the washing machine, hiding in plain sight. Yesterday was a disaster, of sorts. A long train journey, the train twenty five minutes late. The change at Plattling was no problem, the green local trains were frequent. The change to the regional bus service was a disaster, the bus station had indecipherable plans. and the whole area was filled with destitute people , many of them smelling strongly of alchol, and none able to put a sentence together. The bus drivers could not give any information either, and back at the railway station a woman behind the counter there was only able to tell me when the bus would leave, not where.

And it rained heavily all the time, everything got soaked. The rain jacket from the non food part of the supermarket was leaky. It just poured down out of a low grey sky.

After half an hours search an italian bus driver gave the necessary information.

Was it all stupidity, and if so, on whose part?

The journey to the emergency service garage was without any event. Their bill was really high, and the man who collected the car had no receipt. It was all strange.

And the return journey entailed two and half hours standing in the rain until the bus came.

It was all a strain, and for no profit at all.

Early today, early breakfast, listen to the son's alarm clocks in the background.

Breakfast was good, the drone in the head was bad, and reading a strange email from a strange friend leads to the realisation that this friendship may not be worth the effort.