The day began too early, three eggs and two slices of toast and a cup of coffee were made and Wordle played before it was realised that it was not yet seven in the morning. The cat got fed too, that was in order apparently as far as the furry feline was concerned.
The pills were taken too. Then it was noticed that all of this was wrong, the time was wrong. Lay down again, and things went away to the land of nod.
A short sleep later and it was eight, a few things were sorted and the work on the pictures taken in Ireland last week was started.
There are birds outside, it is all very pleasant and so forth. They twitter and make scratching noises in the gutters. Hopefully they will remain respectful of the cat.
Pack up a copy of the blue book and bring it down to the post office. Hopefully it will be in Berlin on Tuesday, Perhaps there will be a reply, a thank-you message maybe. After the post office have a cup of coffee in the café. They are slow and bad as ever, who cares. The German voices are shrill and shouted, people seem excited about something. Stop at the church and have a telephone conversation with the son, he is at home in Bayreuth. It is now home to him, that is good.
Back at home, work on the pictures for a while longer.
Visit the gallery, they are showing photographs with brush work done on them. It is not a thing that entertains, it is arty stuff. It is not particularly good. Have a coffee with the photographers wife and the driving instructor who is also part of the town council.
Wander about and eat a portion of turkish fast food as a sort of evening meal.
The depressions are back again. Perhaps there will be some help for them sometime.
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