unexpected

 Up early, about early and then nowt nothing nichts nada as the people say. The enterprise to start the day with faded into nothing and dissolved.

Breakfast was in order, that strange hurried meal that is the base for the rest of the day. The pills were forgotten, just the package made up containing the old heater and leave the house with barely a shower.

The package turned in and the receipt made up and that all went quickly enough, the friendly man in the packet shop a sparkling example of efficiency.

And then off to the small bakery with the café where they leave you alone after you have ordered and it is possible to enjoy the cup of coffee in peace..

And walk back home through the rain, and up to the rooms and start to sort the old pictures, a job that will take years.

A man rings up and says his father has died. Offer condolences, as is done in such cases. The reply is a comment that the father had not been a nice man. Unclarity as to what the one has to do with the other. Anyway, he left a chaotic estate, and the man wants pictures of this chaos.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and this sudden unexpected influx of work comes unexpected.