no real pleasure

 The day started with all its usual doubts, really, why bother at all. Take a shower, have a downstairs breakfast. It is all just a little bit bitter.

The coffee is deliciously bitter, there is nothing wrong with that. 

In the late morning go to the studio and take a few more pictures. Not very many, but enough to check up on the faults found last night.  Tidy up and then return home.

Make a late midday meal of some hot potatoes, this is pleasant. Test the efficacy of scrubbing on a piece of wooden floor, it will be shown if the special wood cleaner is effective or not.

And now the cat has just jumped up onto the knees, only to jump back down again after a short while.

In half an hour there will be a meeting with friends to go to the cinema There will be a film about a jury and a juror,

There is no real pleasure in any kind of movement at the moment.