A strange day started off with a silly morning. There were no eggs for breakfast, had two cups of coffee instead. Followed this up with a quick walk to the shops, and bought a number of things, including both cat food and eggs. Take the doctors advice to heart, and buy a plastic bag of apples too.
In the cafe there is the girl with the extraordinary regular features, she has to clean up the mess caused by a very large lady who dropped her tray. There were bits of broken crockery everywhere.
The young woman with those regular, almost minoan features, cleared the mess and swept the floor for good measure.
At home again there is the sense of destruction and misery that probably always surrounds failed marriages. The realisation that this is not going anywhere, and it is almost impossible to leave, certainly no easy way out. No wish to stay, and nowhere to go .
Return the flash gear to its owner, after a telephone call informed that the raw files would be required so that the person who wanted the pictures could edit them himself. There is no way that this request can be met. This photographer finishes his own pictures, there is no supplying amateurs with hobby materials. There was a pleasant cup of coffee together with the artists, and now home for a boring evening.
Still boring.
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