washing the car on a public street

A quiet Monday, it is hot beyond bearing, even the morning is warm. It is not as hot here as in other parts of the world, but it is certainly hot. 

The pictures taken yesterday are boring today, this will just not go on much longer. It will be necessary to find a place to hold onto in this project, a thing to aim for. It is a struggle with the sun, for the sun produces the only available light in the sombre attic were all of these pieces of African sculpture live. It will require further thought.

Breakfast of eggs and toast was quite insipid today, there is just no future in living this way. Things will come to an end soon, that is the feeling. They cannot slide on indefinitely in this way.

Cleaned the fascia of the car today, and the insides of the windows. It was all not as dirty as was expected, but still the water in the bucket turned a deep shade of grey. One of the weekend group passed, her only remark was in the form of a question asking whether washing the car on a public street was allowed or not.

It is good to have friends.