Yesterday was cold and today is colder. Tomorrow may be colder still, it is winter that is progressing steadily to its zenith. But that is months away yet.
Yesterdays train journey was exhausting, even though it was curious to ride in a train that leans into the curves it is negotiating. This is a bit like a cyclist, just faster. It is not as dangerous as a motorcycle. Return to landshut was simple, a short visit to the shop that will be opening tomorrow to check on the opening times was more complicated. The completely stressed-out proprietress proceeded to scream at the uninvited enquirer, this was unnecessary and even caused raised eyebrows among the others present.
The later evening was spent in the pub, there was talk of acquiring a new tenant for the shop.This is profitable idea, not bad in itself. A wine merchant's is a quiet form of business.
Today's awakening was late, and take the decision not to go to the gallery meeting. The decision not to apply for further display space has already been made, there will only be future exhibitions there at the express request of the gallery owner.
An exhibition in the local pub would be nice.
The town is filled with people suffering from the first throes of christmas spirit. The street is filled with wooden huts decorated with fake snow and fairy lights, trying to capitalise on the festive times.
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