This is sad and too bad

 The plan was to be up early, and as far as waking was concerned, it worked.

But that was all.

At eight, make breakfast, and then sit around in pyjamas finishing the pictures taken at the party the day before yesterday.

That, and a few hours later, send the pictures on their way. Who cares, all is done. The man will never look at them anyway. That is the way with seventy four year olds.

Disturb a radio reporter and have a cup of coffee at the place of his choice. Then go home, and check the camera equipment. When all is done, the radio reporter rings up on the phone, go out to a group of young people running a farm nearby. Take a few pictures there for a few hours, and now return.

Hunger is gnawing at the insides, there is not much left to eat. This is sad and too bad.