This is a recipe for desaster.

The woman at the opticians was fast and practical today, the new sunglasses are very good, the eyes are much more relaxed now. The sunglasses look silly , but so what. They were cheap and they have dramatic black frames. 

Go to the apothecary and buy some headache pills, for personal use and also for the Brazilian artist, she has a headache after having another fight with her ex boyfriend. They are now arguing about money. 

But she keeps on working.

It was nice to talk to the young photographer showing her pictures and the gallery, and the cup of coffee at the italians was good as well.

It is a day that is not going anywhere, the photographs are now all edited. Things are moving, slowly and apparently in all directions at once.

This is a recipe for disaster. Somehow, the regular passage from home to work taken every day ten years ago is missed today.