The fixation on breakfast is because of the many years that the wife said that breakfast is to be disdained because it is fattening. She disdains it still, and her theory was sadly wrong. But breakfast is part of civilisation, it is important. And it is a sign of personal independence.
There was a strange piece of work supplied by the son of the collector of African sculptures. These were pictures from an old farmyard, pictures taken fifty years ago. They were scanned by a man who did not know how to convert the negatives to positives. Spend the morning doing the conversions and correcting the colour tones. This was not so hard, the pictures had been taken on black and white film.
The colours where artefacts, they were far from reality.
A walk to the shops to get cat food. At the till made an interesting discovery, namely that the self service devices are bilingual at the press of a button. The change is as good as a rest, English lends itself to politeness more than German-
There was a telephone call from the suppliers of ink and paper, he made his recommendations and made a small sale.
There was a short meal at the Thai place, a soup called Tom Yam, quite hot in taste and in temperature. There was the purchase of a data cable for the new printer and a small sachet of a compound to aggressively clear the drain on the shower. The drain is half blocked, perhaps this will clear it.
Then take a walk to the new studio that the artist has rented, It is very much more presentable than the old one, still it does not have that artistic charm that the old studio had. Spend some time installing the printer's software, spend some time reading about offers, spend some time wondering whether or not the device will ever work.
Diink three half litres of the artist's beer, that does some good.
The artist's studio is quite overheated, that is a big difference to the own place.
Tomorrow there will be early rising for the dentist's appointment.
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