A day that starts of with pottering about. Pottering about in the slovenly kitchen, trying first to clear a space to make breakfast in, and having succeeded in this, trying to clear the general mess in the kitchen. There is no success here, for it becomes increasingly clear that this work will be undone within minutes of any of the other parties to this space working here. So fill the dishwasher, clear the workspace a bit, sweep the floor and clean the sink. Leave the stacks of shopping and the rotting vegetables where they were left by their purchasers. It is a crying shame to see what could be a pleasant space turned into a disaster area.
Take the dark clothing that needs to be washed downstairs to the washing machine. Read the mail that has come into the computer in the mean time, read the news, write this blog.
The day has begun, the sunlight outside is creeping around all of the corners into the upstairs room.
The clocks are all ticking, all showing the same time.
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