rhythmically

 now it is mid afternoon and the circle of the day runs its course. Time was spent ironing, smoothing shirts for the cupboart to let them all be tidy. This takes time, two hours, ten minutes per shirt. There are probably better ways to spend time, but that is one of them.

Last nights concert was a group playing known tunes from the sixties of the last century, just exactly like they were done on the records. Leave before anger sets in.

The pub is crowded, it is full, Speak to a man who claims to be a professional, ask him whether he knows of a printing shop that could proof something. He does not know, and then starts to importantly type things into his mobile 'phone. He shows the message. Realise that he did not understand the question at all, not in the least.

Oh well, finish the drink, and then go back to the italian's and listen to more bad music and watch a crowd of  middle aged women move to the beat.

They are german, there is always the danger that the men will start to clap their hands more or less rhythmically.