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.