The cat was elsewhere this morning, made breakfast, and ate it upstairs as has become habitual. Reading the news, there is all the misery available at once of the fractious nature of German politics, and the childlike man who wants to be the next president of the USA. There is news of North Korean interference in the struggles in the Ukraine.
The legs are sore, that is what happens when old men climb mountains without preparation.
The cat turns up as the crockery is being brought back downstairs. Give her food and stroke her back. On the way to the shopping mall meet the parcel delivery service, there is one parcel. It is a further copy of the wedding album made last month. This is a request from the brother in Ireland. His wife wants a copy. She is their only daughter, after all.
Walk down to the shops and buy a small amount of groceries. Everything is sore, the only way with the mountains is to climb them again, regularly. Or else never to do that again.
Upon leaving the shopping mall it starts to rain, hurry for a nearby café and wait for the rain to end.
Afterwards visit another shop and buy a sack full of cat litter.
At home again, take a rest, see that the washing machine may be started. Fill up the salt for the water softener and start the machine.
And the remaining situation at home is ugly, it is untenable.
The mountains are preferable to this.
No comments:
Post a Comment