The small desk and the window reminds of the house in Ireland, with the small room with the view up to Three Rock Mountain. There is no view of the mountain, it is all just the situation and a trick of the light. This is not a problem.
Look outside, it is snowing onto the German roofs, a flurry of big snowflakes caught between changes in the weather. It is chilly outside, and the snowflakes on the roof opposite take a long time to melt away. But there are not enough of them, and the weather returns to its old misery.
There is a kind message from the parcel service that the parcel with the old camera will be arriving tomorrow and will require a signature. This is exciting news. This is another one of those cameras that are so completely manual, they will practically never die, at least they will survive for a long time. It is a camera of German manufacture, built in the days when that meant more than just a name stamped onto a metal casing. It is just the thought of a pleasant toy. There is no real reason to take pictures on film any more. There is no reason but for the thought of independence from the domineering arrogance of electronics devised in some agency somewhere in the world, telling you what you are to like and need. The camera will be here tomorrow, then it will be possible to see if the fifty year old item functions.
The part for the washing machine has not arrived, the industrial action of the services union is delaying things. This is just too bad,it will be necessary to delay the washing of the clothes by another day.
Go to the shops to buy eggs and bread and milk and joghurt, cheese and sausage.
The diet is leaving things to be desired, it is becoming one sided. It is becoming too much like not enough daily vegetables. This will have to change. It will be necessary to have an own kitchen again.
And after returning from the shops, the cold and the shakes and the tiredness start again.
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