Quarter to eight.

 In the night there was that strange feeling again, awaken with a pounding heart and a heartburn. Nobody knows what that is, nobody has an answer to my queries.

Get up today, take no shower, go downstairs, break a glass mug on the way. Make breakfast, and half way through this run up again to collect the coffee mug. No morning coffee is really enjoyable without the morning coffee mug. The glass mugs are insulated, they are hollow. The coffee stays warm.

Go out for a walk with the son. It is a pleasant day, there are the results of the election to be talked about. It is satisfactory that neither the liberal party nor the offshoot from the far left party had enough votes to enter the parliament.

Walk around and read, and then go on a long walk to the station. On the way there receive a message informing that the coat, missing since yesterday,  has been found at the location of the photographs. It has been missing since Saturday.

Now it may be collected this evening at a quarter to eight.