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.