off the main street.

Everything hurts today, and it is a day to rest alone. There is fog in front of the window and condensation on its inner panes. And it is good to just rest in the warm bed, all alone and perfectly happy.

Just ill this morning, and happy to stay in bed. The car needs collecting later, that is something to look forward too, that mechanic moaning about the lack of time and the extra fault that he has found, a defective pump for the coolant supply. That is his story on the telephone. it will be worse when he is face to face. He is a nice man, he does not realise that all he has to do is get organised and fix the cars he has to deal with.

And at midday, the exhaustion from Tuesdays walk appears to have let up again, the weather has brightened and it is not so cold

There is momentarily nothing of interest happening, there are no details to describe, but for the short sojourn in town with a cup of coffee and roll in the quiet bakery off the main street.