Seven and it is still bright.

 The weather is trying to say that it is the end of winter, and that it is the beginning of summer. It is a hot day. In the morning it was still cool, but that ended quickly.

The first thing was to drive the car to the workshop. They all gathered around it  and conjectured over what might be wrong with it. There is all the usual thing about disbelief, but there is no point in these discussions. The car is old and has some internal problem that lets it burn up its oil which should be for lubrication only. Eventually, a small part that is malfunctioning is repaired. There is a parking light which does not work.

There are more serious problems in the world.

At the end of all that trouble take the car to the small private airport and have a meal in the café there. The meal consists of Balkan cevapcici  and is dissapointing.

At home again print the small pictures, and when they are done bring them to the camera collector as promised. It is a pleasant walk through the park.a

Take a rest at home, and then settle down to write this. And now it is seven in the evening.

worse than they were before the repair

 Last nights excursion proved unfruitful, for the soup in the pub had all been consumed. So that was too bad, drank one glass of beer and left. Tiredness set in early, so just went home and to bed.

Breakfast and a shower this morning, and a change of clothes. The weather is getting warmer, it is time to think of a summer dress code and to pack away all the heavy black denim for the next winter. Breakfast -three eggs and two slices of buttered toast, a cup of coffee to top it all off.

Then the pills, there are five of them now. They are supposed to balance a vitamin deficiency. Well, there is probably no harm in taking them.

The sun is bright today, and there is no looking forward to the coming dispute with the car repair people, there is no joy at the thought of having to deal with the automobile club. But the cars problems are worse than they were before the repair.

Remember to water the plants, and then realise that they are watered already. So don't do that. The plants are all the office palms that the tenant had removed from the office.

flats on a sunny day

 It is a quiet Sunday, walk about the town to start the day, then when at home realise that there is nothing to do that is constructive, take another walk and look at the house which contains the flat upon which the aArgentinian man is so keen, then walk to the cafe and enjoy a cup of their coffee. Read the news and complete the New York Times Wordle, a thing that goes quite quickly. Think about the house with the flat. From the outside it looks very pleasant.

Return home and sort out the paperwork to present the workshop with tomorrow. It is time that they realised that they are not being paid to experiment, if only three things are possible and two have been excluded there only remains one to be dealt with. And that is the timing belt. So the problem is that they are going to have to do some work a second time.

It is a beautiful evening, it would be a good idea to go out and to get a bowl of soup in the local. That may be sufficient to keep body and soul together.

And it is now eleven past seven in the evening.

to late in life to forego a treat

 It was a sudden call in the evening, there was advice required. To be in a-position to advise is strange, and not unpleasant. So be it. After the surprise of finding the son at home, and the pleasure of finding him in a humor to talk with this old father, there is the request for advice on whether to take a flat or not. It is on the third floor without a lift. and the steps are steep. But the flat is pleasant, from the outside the house is pleasant.

The chance for a beautiful flat should be taken. It is too late in lige to forego a treat.

sleep in the car on the return journey

 At nine go down to pick up the Argentinian friend, the friendly Argentinian. The journey will take us to a tiny town called Titling near Passau. This is to visit a friend of his who is suffering from cancer and various other complaints. This may be the last possible visit to see the man, he is ill and is suffering badly. 

Drive through the early morning town, it is beautifully peaceful at nine in the morning. All the commuters have commuted and the streets are bare of shoppers, a few old age pensioners wander about the place quite dizzy with sleep and the inabiltiy to sleep.

Wait for the man to leave his flat, and then drive to the motorway. It takes over an hour to reach the Danube, and then across the country roads to the small town.

The man is ill, that is plain to see. He has an oxygen supply system which supplies oxygen from a small container when he is walking. His lungs are in poor condition. It is unfortunate that he can talk about little else other than medical conditions. Take a flippant course answering the problems. It is hard to be serious with such serious matters which are not well understood.

See that he is ill, and not in a position to drive, not really. Take a short drive of thirty kilometres and collect his son in Vilshofen. During the whole journey he talks without stopping.

Return home, and the Argentinian friend falls asleep in the car.

Just before reaching Landshut the oil lamp lights up again. Pour half a litre of the valuable substance into the engine and proceed.

Upon returning see that the cat has vomited on the stairs.

good and evil, one person

 It is thirty-seven minutes past five on the evening of the twenty fifth of April 2024, and it was a day spent running from the own invisible shadow. The shadow was invisible because the day was mostly grey. There was a sorry picture made of a woman in a white coat leading a tiny dog down the Neustadt. The picture was not really good, but what of it. There is n point in being upset, there are more pictures to be made at other times of different subjects.

The day was strange and strained, somehow no wish to go anywhere or to do anything. There are no dates. 

The pills were collected yesterday, this was not a problem. The last pill from the old package was consumed this morning, and the package was duly thrown away.

The food was consumed in the Thai takeaway, but the place was so full that it was difficult to enjoy the good soup. This is sad, this is a shame. Upon returning home discover that everything is too cold, it is much as if the winter is bent on returning.

And the afternoon was spent in the cafe, drinking their coffee and enjoying their warmth and reading about the problems that American justice has with its ex president.

Read about the problems in Gaza, and fail to understand the world that will allow itself to be polarised by the arguments of one side or the other, building a nice clean line of good or evil, one side or another. A belief that one crowd is bad and the other good is hard to believe. The simple motifs of cruelty and pain will not suffice to decide between good and evil.

disappointment

 Icy today, the heater left on all night. It is not as cold as it was earlier on in the year, but the disappointment  that the warm weather went away remains. Get up early, have a shave and a shower and make breakfast.

Take the car on a drive down to  Deggendorf to admire a mans portraits at an exhibition. It is all very pleasant, and the pictures really are not too bad. It is good to see them. There is, however, a problem with the car. Despite its having been so expensively fixed it still burns oil quite massively. The car threw out a vast cloud of oily smoke upon an acceleration, letting the following car almost disappear.

On the return trip just go straight by the repair shop, and talk to the mechanic. He has many conjectures, but nothing is really satisfying. It is going to be difficult. They part with a spare bottle of oil to make sure that at least the engine will not run dry.

Return home, and return to the cold house.

it is all so disappointing, even the film due this evening in the cinema is of no particular interest.

disappointment too, the kitchen has been returned to its old sordid state

intolerable

 wake

make the bed

go downstairs

go to the bathroom

all is in order again

go upstairs

get the coffee cup

The kitchen is occupied, cannot be bothered having any altercation now

go upstairs, deal with the mail, tidy bits and pieces and read.

Downstairs again, make breakfast. There is only one egg left, that is no harm. A breakfast with a cup of coffee, two slices of buttered toast, and a mug of coffee is good.

There is a mail, that is a little bit complicated. But answer that, and prepare the postage for the catalogues.

Then leave the house and walk about town, and do the shopping. Tomorrow is the day to collect the pills from the apothecary, for they are not in stock today.

Return home it is later than expected. There will be time to go for a cup of coffee, that is good.

It is some time now that things have become intolerable in the house.

phone

Tidy up the bed, and think about the film last night. In the film a Japanese professional toilet cleaner tidies up his bedroom at the beginning of the day. It is good discipline and leaves you with a nice place to return to later on. Put the tray with the pills on the bed so as not to forget to take them later. Go downstairs to make breakfast, to make a sort of a start to the day.

Later, wash down the pills with coffee.

The plant bought in Bayreuth on Saturday seems to be doing well today,  after having been planted in a spare pot  yesterday.

It is a hydrangea.

A telephone call today, in the morning. The books have arrived at the artists place, and they have made an invitation to see them.

Take the car up to their house in the country, and have a cup of coffee and a chat. There is a package of books for the photographer too, that is nice, it is something to impress friends with. Chat with them for a few hours and then return home.

On the way, fill up the tank of the car.

In the evening, there is a 'phone call. The expedition planned for Thursday has been moved to Friday. Talk to the man from Argentinia a while longer, and then proceed on home. The day is returning to its misery.

At home, look at the book. It is a book, that is all. Just another fancy catalogue.

The misery is back again.

taken care

 Nothing came of yesterday's sincere wish, it was late coming back home and that was all. There was no time to get involved in any kind of activity other than going to sleep.

It was loverly to see the joy that the son had in securing his first ever flat, his first ever completely independent room with his own tiny cooking facilities and his own compact bathroom. The flat could have been bigger, but it was fine the way it was. There will not be so much to clean.

Today is a day of heavy rain interspersed by periods of lighter rain. This is all fine for the vegetation, but it is unpleasant weather to go walking in. At thid moment the sun shows, timidly. The weather is actually more changeable than had been thought. 

All of the black trousers apart from those being currently worn are in the washing machine. They will be done in forty minutes, then they may proceed to the dryer. That is the washing taken care of.

Outside, check to see whether or not a parking spot is free. There are none,  some have been occupied by fairground visitors desperate to find a space. Parking on reserved spaces can be costly.

Return home and practice using the ipad with the camera. It is complex and not entirely satisfactory.

sincere wish to add to this later

 There were noises at six in the morning, so get up and go downstairs to the bathroom, and as usual the nervous complaints made sure that it all appeared just in time. The cat is upset and hyperactive, what is the matter with the animal?

Make a cup of coffee in the kitchen, poach a few eggs and turn a few perfectly good sheets of bread into toast. And by the time all is done realise that the coffee has been ground too finely, and the little espresso maker is having difficulties.

Upstairs again with the three quarter full cup of coffee have a sort of breakfast and read the news. There is not much happening that was not happening yesterday. The world has turned into a quite awful place.

Take the things back downstairs again and remind the son that we will be undertaking a journey today. He says ten will be in order. 

Feel justified in expressing doubts. 

Take a shower

Upstairs again, make the bed and get dressed for the day.

And after these notes are done, take the pills for the day

There is the sincere wish to add more to this post later

piece of cake

 Early rising can be a habit, it is not a bad thing really. It just leaves you a bit tired when evening approaches, like now, now it is twelve minutes to eight. The morning was spent tidying the kitchen and motoring to the hardware store to get some cardboard boxes for moving and storing items. They are handy crates, well designed and strong enough to accept up to forty kilos each and still be moveable without falling apart.

The day is cold, it is uncomfortable again. It is raining. Buy a few plants at the hardware store, they will sell almost anything there.

At home again, put the plants into the pots on the balustrade of the balcony, and hope that they will survive.

The tidying operation in the kitchen is much more difficult than expected, the wifes affinity for reduced goods shows wherever one looks. It is annoying that there are so many opened packages, it is almost as if there was no respect for the goods any more because they are so very cheap.

There is a meal at the Thai place afterwards, and then a cup of coffee and a piece of cake at the café.

strange stains

 This morning's early wakening was as planned, it was still dark and by the time breakfast was made it was light. That is all. The breakfast was fine but the breakfaster was not. After taking the pills getting dressed and making the bed brought the used breakfast things back down to the kitchen.

Then start work on the kitchen, and stop when preserves are found in a cupboard cubby dated 2014. They were a present to the wife from the mother in law.

This is silly, they are history. Maybe inedible now, who knows.

And now it is a little bit later. There is a pile of washing on the floor, that is the wifes. There is also one blue shirt there. This glistens strangely, see that it is sodding wet. No idea at all how it got there. It seems to have soaked up stain from the floorbords, it is a man's shirt.  This is strange, for it is unknown.

So what, put it into the washing machine to rinse.

Whoever owns it does not need strange stains

over

 The ups are getting more uppity and the downs are deeper and deadlier. These strange moods, suddenly a telephone call changes everything,  and what seemed good yesterday is hopeless today.

The day started of silly with a stint in the kitchen cleaning the mess and the dirt accumulated now partly for a year. There are homemade jams from 2012. It all took several hours, and the point is that it would take work every day like that for at least a week to get the place into a working and functional order.

Spend the day listless, meet the old man in the café, he is unwell. He is looking at flats on his computer, the ones that he can afford are increasingly far out of town. Walk home again, suddenly exhausted, fall asleep on the bed.

Awake to the sound of the son trying to start his moped. Put on shoes to go down and to have a look.

He has his helmet on and is just leaving the house to drive up and down the street. The moped does not sound good, it is somehow maladjusted. The wife turns up to watch too, and the son is suddenly distraught. He is so clearly caught between two stools, the wife her husband his mother and his father. It is a knot that will be hard to undo.

There was the strange phone call from the artists asking for a bill for work done, they offer an amount. This is not how things are usually done, but this was an unusual working relationship.

This may be a sign that it is over.

ups and downs and a long walk

 Talk to the son in the morning and have one egg on toast for breakfast. The weather has become colder, so put on a hoodie. Then decide to go on foot to collect the car. It is a distance of some twelve kilometres, that should take about four hours. 

Walk through the deserted fairground, deserted by the people seeking amusement. There are a few workers tending to the rides and to the stands. The fair opens at midday or maybe even a bit later.

Cross the river into the wooded water meadows, and follow the dykes across the country. Find another bridge to cross the motorway and carry on. It is a long walk, and there is a strong wind blowing. Close the jacket to prevent it getting caught in the wind.

Later on, cross the railway lines, and pass the small memorial to the two children killed there years ago by a passing train before the eyes of their mother.

Chat with the repair crew, admire the parts removed from the car, all of which are in poor condition. They are all plastic parts from inside the engine, valve guides and seals mostly. In the fifteen years of the cars life they are all in poor condition and it is good that they have been replaced.

Pay the bill, this is not as serious as expected.

The cars engine runs more smoothly now, and the fuel consumption has gone down noticeably according to the instruments. Take the car back, dropping in to a filling station on the way.

The petrol consumption has gone down, the price of petrol has risen.

a day of dissapointment

 It is irritating when friends make requests that are distasteful to you. They want a tiny fraction of a large picture for a different purpose than was originally planned. This makes the work put into the original picture a waste of time, and the final result does not really do for the new purpose. It is a silly business. But what the hell, it is only ten minutes work. Make sure to remove the copyright restriction, that would only add insult to injury.

The rain started today in the early morning and it only stopped at around five this evening. The man repairing the car is still working on it, this car is proving to be a massive waste of time, not to speak of money. All of the plastic parts and seals on the upper cylinder head have now been replaced, hopefully this will solve the problem with the terrible oil consumption.

The sun is coming out now, that is probably worth while.

There was nothing but a short shopping tour today.

it is all work, but it does not work

 Sunday, the day started sunny and remained that way. It is hot for the time of year, but still it is pleasantly cool. Things will probably be quite different in a months time. Then it will be hot, and only pleasant in the early mornings.

The son comes up to bid farewell, he will catch an early train to Bayreuth, he will spend the night there and go to his lecture in the morning. Then he plans to return to be back in Landshut on thatMonday evening. Then he may start packing his things for the flat.

Take a short walk about town, have a cup of coffee in the cafe, but somehow it is just not pleasant. The old man from Argentinia is sitting at the new Italian place at the corner of the street. He is talking to somebody, just do not bother him today.

At home again, tend the plants in the tiny yard, try to remove the dead ones, and to sweep up all the dead leaves and debris from the past year. Hook up the pipe and turn on the pump to raise water from the well. It is cheaper, perhaps next year the pump will have paid for itself. Replant the trees that have grown out of their pots

It is all work, but it will just not drive the sadness away

perhaps he likes tangerines

 A day just like any other, it is difficult to note the difference in the days when they all start in the same despondent way. At least breakfast is a spot of light on the otherwise dark humour at the beginning of the day. The day is spent doing things that can be forgotten, going out and buying earth for the plants to prevent them from starving in their tiny pots. Going out for a cup of coffee in the cafe. It is al an escape from boredom, is it not.

At the supermarket with its overpriced earth for potted plants buy a plastic sack with thirty litres content. this seems the most sensible. Meet up with the old man from Argentina, he has bought three tangerines.

There is no indication as to why, perhaps he likes tangerines.

Return home, the son is there trying to repair a computer. It does not appear to be as easy as he had planned. That is too bad. Fill up the pots with earth and water all of those strange palms that the tenant had had in her office. It is strange that she is gone now.

Spend the evening trying to make the old school clock work again. After much careful inspection and oiling, two minor corrections and the cleaning of a few contacts, the device seems to function once more.

To cheer up a bit it will be necessary to go to the pub this evening.

dimensions

 Sitting at the table in the bedroom, enjoying the warmth from that fusion reaction taking place eight and third minutes away. That is the time the heat takes to get here. So much nearer are the sounds of the bells whose vibrations are transmitted through the air. It is slower, and only minutely as energetic.

The recent eclipse of the sun by the moon has shown that live on earth would only exist for a very short time should the sun fail for whatever reason.

A jet plane passes in the distance on its way to Munich airport, the sound coming in long after the machine has passed.

There will be time later on to call the mechanic to find out whether or not the car is to be repaired on time. Then a train journey of five minutes to cover a distance that takes two hours on foot.

fallen wool

 Today is another day of little planning and of small future. The cat has become very fond indeed of sitting on the knees, almost every time that  this human sits at a table she is there and after a careful inspection jumps up onto those black clad legs.

The weather has turned into late spring weather, even if it is only the first third of April. It may easily turn out to be the most pleasant part of this ear.

The wife is bitter in her silence, and she leaves at midday. The son says that she has gone to visit her parents. She is lucky to still have parents to visit. 

The old computer upstairs appears broken. Tell the son that this is so, and that maybe he can fix it. It will not turn on. He unplugs it, and then replugs, and presses the button.

It works. It seems miraculous, but his explanation is that Apple used low quality electrical parts for the power unit. They wear out with time, and that machine's time is now limited.

The son is like a different person when only one of his parents is present. The tension between his parents affects him badly. He is happy to accompany his father and to enjoy a bowl of Thai soup..

In the late afternoon go out for a haircut.

Let the wool fall

water in the Black Sea

 Awaken and hurry, the car has to be brought to be repaired, take no pills after breakfast, forgetful. Drive through the morning traffic and arrive at the workshop. There is a mechanic fixing a trailer, and the boss is in his office. Talk, and suddenly a repair is possible after all before the coming week. That is good.With the boss of the garage as a chauffeur, take a ride to the cafe at the nearby airport. He returns to his workshop with the car, and as the first customer have a cup of coffee and watch a trainee helicopter pilot do his rounds.

Then take to the road walking. The tunnel under the motorway has been opened now and after a confusing walk through the forest, there are paths everywhere! arrive at the banks of the  Isar and proceed on the pleasant walk back to town. The first sign says eighty four point eight and the last one before town says seventy six.  The signs show the distance to the point where the Isar flows into the Danube.

Think of all the water that ends up in the Black Sea.

frustration

 At sometime past seven there is the sound of a low flying helicopter. It is circling about and making manoeuvres close by.

They are replacing a footbridge in the bluffs, and using a helicopter to do it with. It seems an expensive way to proceed.

It is noisy, but get dressed and hurry anyway and do not watch too much. There is a doctors appointment today at twenty past nine. Leave the house and hurry through the town to the urologists practice. Settle down to see the doctor, he is fast and direct, there have been no problems. It is necessary to stop taking one medicine to double check and to see whether or not it is having any effect. Much like a placebo in a double blind study.

Relax in the practice and drink copious quantities of water for yet another examination in about half an hour. A man with a thick Bavarian accent commences upbraiding one of the receptionists. He does not realise that she is not responsible for his complaint. He behaves like an asshole, maybe he should go and see a proctologist.

After the examination, another short talk with the doctor, everything is in order, then leave.

Take the meanwhile errant car up to the artists with all of the equipment in the back.

Discuss the pictures done yesterday, then set up to take another incorporating all of the observations from the first pictures.

loser's game

 The workmen at the building site across the roofs of the houses start at ten past seven, you can hear the clatter and creak of their large building crane. The birds have been at it since before six, chirping and singing to each other. And the loudmouthed German neighbour has been using his loud voice to wake his family and to express his opinion since then too. These are sounds that come in through the open window once the silence of the night is over.

Today there will be photographs to be made for the artists, they are to be high resolution photographs in colour. That will be an opportunity to work with the new camera.

Turn up the radio to drown the neighbours noise. It is a quarter past seven and the neighbour has started using an angle grinder on some metal work.

It is a loser's game. The neighbour now starts to abuse the walls with an electric hammer. He will likely keep that up all day.

how can a system

 Today the tenant cleared her personal things out of her office on the ground floor. The office now has the desolate charm of an empty undecorated shop with a few computers standing around in it. That is all that is left. It is all unpleasant, and that is all there is to say about it. 

The chat outside with her and her daughter was pleasant, and the son made some coffee and we all had a pleasant chat. The son talked about films and things, and the daughter let him be introduced to those running the cinema next to the local pub. So he has been entertained.

People walk by in the street, friends. Chat with them for a while. The son helps remove a wooden bar from the wall that had been holding up a decorative curtain.It all has the air of things coming to an end.

Go to the cafe, there is a favourite seat free. The surface is slow as usual, but this does not matter.

Slowly, despite the warm Sunday weather and despite the hum of insects trapped behind a window pane, depression sets in.

What is to be done about it? How can a system repair itself?

hotter

There is the creaking sound of the woodpecker from the woods on the bluffs that surround the town. He is making the sound pecking at the wood of dead trees as his name suggests. The keepers of the park are allowing dead trees to remain standing and the woodpeckers and some other tenants of this deadwood approve.

From the window on the other side there is the sound of the waking family, and the sound of the hens kept by one of the neighbours.

The day promises to be hotter than yesterday.

But it is lovely weather.

birdsong

 At a quarter to six on this Friday evening the orighinal tenant has left the office for good, leaving the path clear for her subtenant, a voracious takeover by a man who spoke of one thing and then sneaked in documents to suit his ends. He will not be in the office for very long, that is for sure. It is most likely his style to prefer an office in an industrial park.

This is the first day this year that has been very warm. It is the wrong time for this kind of warmth. It was twenty-three degrees centigrade today, and it is promising to peak at twenty-six degrees tomorrow. It is far too early in the year  for such high temperatures.

All the windows and doors are open, and the birdsong is a delight to hear.

cafe racer

 that is it, the young trainee in the café has dropped a mass of cutlery on the floor causing a huge clatter. All the young men behind the counter gather around to reassure her. It is not serious. A group of people of advanced middle age settles down at the next table. The man who had been silent up to now is talking loudly now, after all, he has two women to impress now. They are all talking middle aged shit. A waste of time.

Still, it is pleasant in the cafe today. The man with his racy companions is getting on eveybodies nerves

The show off at the next table has now monopolised the conversation. He is now laughing at his own story.

planless

 The sound of the builder's cranes outside, the light from a strongly diffused sun all comes in through the veranduah window beside the newly made bed.

It is morning, and now is the time to wait for the day to proceed.

The cat comes up to the rooms to pay a visit, jumps onto the lap and commences purring.

It is a placid morning with no real plan as to what to do with the day. Now there is a pigeon cooing outsided, feel the cat pay attention via her tensing muscles. These only relax again after the cooing has fallen silent. Stroke the cat's back, she seems to like the attention, why, she almost seems excited. Then she settles again.

The clattering and humming from the crane continues, then the rumble as a skip is emptied. There is a lot of work to be done on that house in the neighbouring street.

There is still not really any plan as to what to do now that the day has begun.

now, it is fouurteen fifty seven, and the day is progressing. The items for the tax accountant are done, and the son has returned from Munich. There are building workers with loud electric hammers working at the neighbours house, it is not entirely easy. The wife is maintaining her antagonistic distance, well so bi et. hA short visit to the post office to be rid of the tax things and then a return to the thoughts regarding the future use of the shop. Perhaps a gallery of photography might be an idea.

The afternoon is progressing, and simply wonder whether or not it would be worthwhile to go to the evening show in the pub, just for fun. This is a country pub in a place called Bayerbach, it might be interesting, but there are doubts- why bother.

There is little room now to think, most of the thoughts are blocked by fears of future upsets. This is a waste of time, but the fears remain.

underrate

 april 2

The enthusiasm at the start of the week yesterday died today. The enthusiasm may actually have been one of those April the first jokes. There is nothing to be enthused about.

It is as hard and as awkward as ever to get out of bed, even though the weather is so much warmer today. The cat is enthusiastic about food, and wandering around in the rooms upstairs. It has taken to relaxing in the room where the clothes are kept, leaving a hairy spot on the bed where it likes to rest.

Wander about town, go to the supermarket.

But there is no joy in it all any more. The depression have it all again. The film last night showed the life of the commandant of Ausscchwitz concentration camp in his house next to the camp. It was well done.

And then before leaving the pub met an amateur artist. It was strange, but there was little interest in talking to him, the  interest seemed to come mainly from his side of the conversation. God knows, he may want photos of his stuff sometime. He, like all amateurs, underrates the work of serious artists.

And now it is six in the evening. There was a long afternoon sleep, it has driven away the dead depressed feeling.

slightly

if you can say why then reply

 All Fool's Day is Easter Monday today, and the one writing this neither understands Easter nor is he seen as a complete fool. But that is the way things are. Last night was the first night this year with the verandah door and the window open, sound light and air all available in profusion on this today's Fool's day.

The cat is desirous of attention, so much so that her sitting on the lap of the one considering the connection between the first of April and Easter hinders the attempt to reach for the pills kept on top of the wardrobe in their box. Stroke the feline fur and listen to her purr.

Downstairs, at nearly midday, the wife sleeps the sleep of the righteous. There has been no talking now for some weeks, one is angry and one enjoys the quiet.

It is for you to decide which is which and who is who, and if you can say why then reply.