At four in the morning there is a sound of crashing and banging in the stairwell, the wife is getting rpeady to go to work and the son is returning to his small flat in Bayreuth. He wants to be there in time for an early lecture. It is strange and difficult to wake, resolve to rest in bed for a while longer. Stay, and sleep until eight in the morning.
Find the house deserted, but for the cat. She begs for her breakfast, let her have it.
Make the eggs on toast, and have an avocado as well. That makes the day start pleasantly after the lively early morning. Finish editing the pictures, at least some of the way, and then take the dishes back downstairs.
Decide to clean up the kitchen whilst waiting for the parcel from Denmark. The kitchen is a many layered mess, an archeologists joy. Empty things, throw away containers of rotting things, throw away bread that has somehow turned hard as flint, so it would seem. There is no use saving things for some use in the future if that will never happen. Go downstairs and empty the tray of cat litter, ithe waste is heavy and really very smelly. Put the lot into a plastic bag and throw it into the waste bin, which is due to be collected today.
Wipe down the surfaces, at least some of them. The lamps need to be cleaned, but that is going to be too much work right now. Collate the dishclothes, all the dirty ones hidden somewher, and wash them along with the cleaning rags and the towels. It is a washing machine half full.
On the final trip down the brown parcel service delivers the package. The service is done, all is done. Take the package upstairs to the table and open it The people have used the same packaging to return the parcel. Everything is fine. There is even a small gift in the parcel. How nice.
Finish off the work in the kitchen, There is more to be done, much more.
The question is, is this fair? Why?
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