First things first this morning, throw the bedclothes on the floor and take down their covers. They all need to be washed. Take them down to the bathroom and discover that only one bedcover will fit into the machine at a time. This does not matter, There is plenty of time to run the machine three times.
It is so quiet in the house, perhaps the wife has gone to her parents place for Easter. That would be a pleasant break from the permanent silent accusation. She has left a plateful of dried food for the cat. The cat does not seem to think very much of dried cat food.
Fill the machine with the bedclothes, leave the remainder on top of the machine.
Have a cup of breakfast coffee after that, and then walk over to the supermarket to get some groceries. On the way two police cars pass in a great hurry with their blue flashing lights on but without their sirens sounding. At the traffic lights they both go separate ways and start sounding their Martins horns. This is probably some strategy.
Buy some groceries in the shop and then return home.
Feed the cat again, and note that there are no plastic refuse bags in the kitchen.
Go upstairs and take a rest.
And the day goes on, the machine finishes washing so put the bedclothes into the dryer and the next duvet into the machine. Altogether there are three.
And then go on to the gallery meeting.
Leave it early, and then go to the artists studio. Make a test with the camera, and return home to evaluate this on the computer.
It is not as bad as feared, that is very good.
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