The day was not strange at all, not in the beginning anyhow. The pills were taken again, the two for the blood pressure and the other one. That was all plenty.
Breakfast was had, that was good too.
And then a long discussion was held at the butcher restaurant with a photographer colleague, on the business of virtual wide angle lenses all put together by "stitching" the pictures.
A cup of coffee was all that was had for a midday meal.
The afternoon was then spent with the Argentine gent with the Londan accent. It was pleasant company, but after a while
the heasd is buzzing. Maybe it is hunger.
It is evening, the kitchen is occupied and there is no wish to cook. It is just unpleasant,
Go up and play a tactical game on the computer. With some difficulty, then just give up. Listen to the radio all evening, no pub, no nothing just music.
Tomorrow there will be a journey into the country, down to the junction of the Vils and the Danube. That will hopefully be pleasant. There is a distinct feeling of utter lack of purpose
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