Tuesday, 17 December 2024

another hour

 This morning was cold and the idea of waking up and doing something suddenly did not seem  so great any more. It was really very much more comfortable to just remain in bed and to stay quiet. 

At seven in the morning there was the sound of the son hurrying off to the train, the son is a specialist for undertaking activities at the last possible moment.

Sometimes even a bit later.

Make breakfast at a time that is simply to late for breakfast, the wife comes in to the kitchen and starts to demonstratively make sandwiches for her work break. Work away there side by side, and speak not at all. This behaviour is probably uncommon and unusual. But it is experienced as threatening, and that is probably the way that it is meant.

Go to the supermarket and buy ten tins of cat food, on the way back from the supermarket get some money from the bank, and pass by the haberdashery and buy some felt cloth. It will do 

Later, wait for the postman to bring the book that was ordered three months ago. There is a postcard from the collector, which is very pleasant, but the postcard says that it will most likely be the coming year before a meeting can be arranged. Go downstairs to check for the post again and find the package containing the book propped up on top of the letter box

Later, clear up the dishes, fill and start the dishwasher and sweep the kitchen

At half past four in the afternoon go to the barbers and have the hair cut there by the usual barber. She will stop working in the new year, and she is already excited at the prospect of never having to work again. She is content at the idea

Return home and see that the dishwasher is still active. It will take another hour at least.

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