And now at sixteen seconds after sixteen sixteen the last bell sounds.

 The second day of the year starts silently, it is a working day for most people and the small town is empty.

After a fight with the wife over the timing of the preparation of the annual heating bill wonder about how long this marriage will last. It has lasted twenty-two years now, that is probably more than half of it's duration. Being called an idiot and an arsehole is unpleasant, it would be wrong to reply using the same language. But this is probably not what the genteel reader wants to read.

Are you a genteel reader?

No matter worth thinking about, it does not matter at all. Tak e a walk around town, take a cup of coffee in the bakery. The coffee is watered down, it is too much and too weak.

The bells are tolling again without end, it is as if they had started  using the twenty four hour clock to operate the tolling mechanism. Still, it is only sixteen hours now, that is four in the afternoon, and those bells have been tolling constantly now, at least fifty times.

And now at sixteen seconds after sixteen sixteen the last bell sounds.

Why, were they having a game?