water

 Beyond the shelter of the verdant balcony, it has started to rain upon the tiled roofs of Landshut, the bells are issuing their Sunday clamour, and the small table baught for sixty Euros is doing its service supporting this computer.

The rain outside dies down, there is the sound of dripping and gurgling from the gutters

 The day was started with no trouble, then observe that the mop and bucket are no longer in their space in the bathroom. Wander around the flat in search of same, the flat that is now primarily used by the wife. It is in the living room, the bucket full of dirty water and the mop resting in the bucket. Assume that this is the place where the apparatus was last used. It is a twist mop, pick it up by the handle and place the fronds of the mop in the plastic wringer. Twist, the wringer wrings, and most of the water falls into the bucket below. The liquid is dark brown, like milky chocolate. Then place the mop on the wringer so that the remaining water may drip ......  Balance the mop against the wall so that it may not fall.

And leave it. There is no reason to clean up after the fellow inhabitants half hearted efforts at cleaning up.

The rain  started again in the mean time, and now it is very heavy. The trees on the bluffs by the valley are now hardly visible. The rain seems to be coming in waves of intensity, strengthening and then slackening a bit only to restart again with vigour.

Despite all of this water, it will be necessary to water the plants sheltered by the balcony, which are receiving none of the benefits of the downpour.

There is a break in the rain, and the bells start to ring out for some celebration of religion.

It is Sunday after all