It is bleak today and cold. The buskers that met in town for their annual festival have had the worst of bad luck as far as the weather is concerned. It has hardly stopped raining.
Took a walk about town, it was cold. This is a very cold September. The river is full, but the flood barriers are not in place yet, it is not bad enough for that. The river Isar is fed from the Bavarian Alps, and it has not rained as heavily there as in other parts of Europe. The water gushing down the river is the colour of milky tea.
Walk about the town in the afternoon, there is a break in the rain. It is not too bad now.
The son and the wife have left the kitchen in a state again, and they are the ones that are going to have to clean it now.
Since the birthday is passed now, there is nothing but sadness and depression all around. There is nothing to be done about it, there is no knowing how to deal with this.
It is not possible to fix the system, it is not possible to escape.
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