The seventeenth of Janualry was forgotten.
It was just left out, no writing, and therefore no account.
There is so little being done these days, this is the first day that the wife has gone. She has gone because the husband has not lived up to her expectations. Perhaps that was not it, but there is no help for it. She will be back to look for compensation for the years of her life or something. Perhaps this is fair. perhaps not.
The day was spent trying to tidy things, and going out and making appointments with the doctor, and a visit to the pharmacy. And an appointment at the barbers, the first one this year.
There were attempts made to clean things, but that will take months.
It was a day spent doing little.
It is time for change.
it is nearly half past one in the morning.
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