slow starting day with that which has become the usual strart in the morning. From the bed there was the sound of the thermostat in the electric heater clicking to try to maintain the temperature of fourteen degrees celsius in the bedroom.
The cat in the kitchen complain, cat levity for human slowness, then rubbing the bag against the legs of the man making breakfast, she fighting for attention and trying to convince that huge member of her family of her imminent starvation. Are pets aware that human beings are actually a different species?
The day accelerates wildly as the son gets ready to travel across Munich to visit his grandparents and to join his mother who is already there.
After he has gone on his way leave the house.
There is a Christmas dinner and a party at well known radio reporters residence. No time was mentioned, so assumed that two o'clock would be right.
It was not, it was too early for the host was standing around in his underwear cooking the geese in a tiny oven. Help him preparing his things, sweep up the kitchen, hold the pan as the birds are being turned. Arrange the knives and forks about the plates. The other guests start to arrive just as the host is drying his hair after showering, still in his underpants and singlet. Those arriving are good friends of his and they laugh at his attire, they send him off to get dressed.
It is a fine party, and by the time it was over it was midnight.
So this daily account is late
Maybe not too late for all of you
happy christmas
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