At just before ten o'clock the local church starts to beat a bell, a clang clang clanging steady noise. Like a tinker knocking the rust off of an old cast iron pot, or a panel beater trying to get his Maserati back into shape.
At just a few seconds before ten the noise stops.
Some people love it.
The day has been reaonably well organised up to now.
The solitary much beloved breakfast.
Getting water for the plants, two cans full. There is a self seeded surprise tomato among them, and the alpine herbs are not doing well. Downstairs, the tap for the water pump is turned on.
Look over the balcony and see that the black plastic reservoir has nearly been filled with water from the well. Go downstairs, water the potted trees. They have all grown, and will need replanting in the coming year to ensure further healthy growth.
Now the morning tasks are finished, it is time to get on with some serious work. Yesterday, the Argentine received a loan of one hundred and fifty to tide him over to the next payday. A small risk and a small kindness.
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