The light outside is just turning the snow-dusted roofs outside blue, it is now around sunrise, it is about seven thirty. The light outside is growing steadily brighter, that even soft light of an occluded winter's day. It was a lousy nights sleep, the pain of not having eaten properly and also haven partaken of two glasses of beer the night before are the root of all of that. The infuriating home situation adds its own ingredients to this revolting sauce.
The son spent most of the night inexpertly washing his clothing, it was always possible to hear the noises of the washing machine and the dryer downstairs, as well as the opening and closing of doors, the clatter of the loose tile in the hall, any slight noise adding to the misery of not being able to sleep properly.
It has been a long night, and it promises to be a long day too.
The bed is still to be made, so resolve that the next lines in this post will be tonight, or not at all.
It is so cold, there is wind, and it is minus ten degrees. compared to elsewhere in the world this may be balmy, but that is there and this is here.
The son eventually decided to take the train, that saved his dear old dad yet another trip to bloody Bayreuth, the home of Wagnerian opera.
Depressions are a lousy thing, just not caring and waiting to croak is horrible, but, y'know when youre there it is hard to get away and to think positive thoughts.
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