Getting up this morning was difficult again, and it is nobody else's fault. A glass of wine on top of the two bad tempered glasses of beer yesterday took their toll and the damage was done. It was self inflicted.
With care and deliberation make breakfast. It is good, the egg and avocado suit each other today. It is the last of the avocados, it will be necessary to buy more next week. But that starts tomorrow with Christmas Day on Wednesday. Boxing day on Thursday and Friday is nothing special except for the Argentines move, which will destroy that day.
Today was a strange day, there was a visit to the cinema with the couple from the train, those whose company is liked and who seem to like the company of yours truly. Afterwards there is a midday meal in a small guest house in the country, this is a substantial affair. Afterwards again, at home, the night and the day roll into one and the result is a deep sleep for several hours.
The film was a production about memory and iniquity, maybe about forgiveness. It was hard to understand that the message of the film was sadly sugarcoated by a happy ending that was not probable in the light of the story.
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