half past midnight

 Time elapses slowly and then it shoots by in a rush. It is now twenty five past midnight, and too late fore yesterdays entry. Perhaps there is some solace in that this is written now before the nights sleep. Returning a debt at the garage took up most of the afternoon, and then time was spent repairing all of the photographs taken last week.

There is not much to write about now, and the mind is just too tired. The clock on the wall is ticking steadily and it will be ticking still in the morning. A last aircraft just roared past overhead, it is the end of a day and the beginning of a new one. 

The bells of Saint Martins church just rang twice it is now half past midnight.