audible as a distant rumble

 It is eight thirty, the weather is good and the breakfast is done, the news has been read and the wind is blowing in such a way that the sound of the motorway is audible as a distant rumble. It is not the motorway itself being noisy, but the hundreds of vehicle that use which make the noise. The only reason that is to be heard is because of the open window.

The weather is mild and pleasant.

Shortly it will be time to go downstairs and to have a shower, as long as the wife and the son are still in bed asleep.

Last night was pleasant, the son cooked a meal of spaghetti with a very pleasant tomato sauce. It was simple, but it was tasty. After the experiences of the past few days in the pub, the decision was made not to go there.

Tonight there is an appointment to meet a couple in a guesthouse on the other side of Landshut town. Why this should take place is unclear, it is unclear to me why people go to so much trouble to meet somebody who is in no way special. It is strange. At a meeting with the collector of cameras in the park found that there was a job to be done taking pictures of a picture album. That should be no trouble.

During the day it will become necessary to work on the wedding pictures to get that silly job finished.