The morning was spent wastefully, indolently. Things were measured and small amounts of knowledge were garnered. Then, at one thirty, the journey to the centre of town was started to visit the photographer friend, the man who talks much about himself and has a spelendid memory. He has three beautiful daughters and a couple of pretty grandchildren too.
He has a garden party and he is seventy four and he has a number of serious health issues behind him. There are Munich people at the party, and they are all self centred.
The admiring attentions of a very young woman are disconcerting, play football with her and her brother. Mind the grill for a while, and then take a few pictures.
Leave, and drive home. The car appears to be functioning well, there are vague hopes that the problems with the oil consumption have dissipated. It would be nice if they were finally cured.
Drive slowly, but drive more quickly than on the inward journey.
Try to keep the petrol consumption down.
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