devoid of cars

 Awake to breakfast, the cat is asleep in the wife's bedroom. Make coffee and the eggs, much like every day. The kitchen has been tidied, that is in order. It has not been tidied much, but it is better than it was yesterday morning.

Upstairs, eat the breakfast and read the news. The United States are going to get rid of their stockpiles of cluster ammunition via the Ukraine, and justify this by saying that they are responsible for what they do in their own country. The news, as always, is frightening.

Finish the eggs and go back downstairs again, finish loading the dishwasher and start this machine. Clean up the kitchen another bit and make another pot of coffee.

Clean up the rooms upstairs, and then go out to buy a stitch ripper in the local haberdashery store. Remove the zip from the small leather bag that the camera store had given away. This was not so difficult.

Then go out, and go to the gallery again.

Look at the pictures.

And then go out and have a cup of coffee. Talk about artificial intelligence. And then go home.

The latest thing today is to take the car to a free parking spot. Tomorrow they are going to have their parade again, and the route of this parade goes right through the parking space, which therefore has to be devoid of cars.