Sleep was destroyed during the night, the reason is not clear. There was a long waking period and then there was a solid round of sleep until eight in the morning. This was annoying, an early rising would have been better.
But so what, there is nobody else being critical. Breakfast shower and tidy things as always, and then take the walk up to the castle. Climb up the "Ochsenklavier" as the steep path is called. There are no steps in the brick-paved path, but there are regular ridges to provide grip. At the top, gasp for breath, but carry on past the castle into the park. At the top of the park sit down on a park bench and watch a worker occupied with the complex task of draining the water out of the small fountain. The fountain needs to be drained before the first of the winter's frost to save the pipes from bursting. The man descents into a manhole in the centre of the path once the water is sufficiently drained. It is strange to see him emerge from the hole, for a short while it looks as if there is a torso and head alone without legs in the middle of the path.
In the mulberry tree garden the artist rings up to say that the insurance company has finally agreed to pay up. That is good news. It would still be sensible for him to obtain legal advice.
Go on down to the cafe at the primary school at the bottom of the hill. Have a roll and a cup of coffee. The woman behind the counter is friendly today, more so than yesterday.
On the way home, try to take a picture of the shadow of a passing cyclist as it falls upon a graffiti-covered wall. This requires patience, for it is windy and the sun is obscured by a shadow every time that a cyclist passes over the bridge.
Shop, then go home.
The work for the day is done.
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