go elsewhere

They appear  not to have been the problem, those pills. The business of waking up early and then falling back to sleep again an hour later does not seem to be based on the pills as such. It is now just after midday, the shopping is done, and the second sleep has been held. It is not so easily explained.

It will be necessary to visit the artist's studio later on in the day to finish the job with the tiny figurines. A group of visitors on Sunday had great praise for the show of the pictures in the photo gallery, which was simply pleasant. But the job is not finished yet, the artist wants to make a book of the pictures. Let us hope that he knows that he will either have to find a sponsor or pay for it.

Town is busy, but there is a strange atmosphere in town. The people wandering about are either  pensioners or holiday makers. They all wander around without much of an apparent objective, they all seem to be looking for some kind of amusement, they are all searching for an agreeable entertainment.

The afternoon is turning grey now, the sun is in hiding. A dark coloured van parks outside the window, according to its decoration it is the van of a plumbing firm.

Then a large woman with a grey dog passes. The dog steps up to the glass door and looks in through the window.

It is time to go elsewhere, this is all getting hard to bear.

Before leaving, make a telephone call. Have a delightful long telephone conversation  with the lady from France who is now in a nursing home in England.

It is lovely to talk to her, it really is.

Now there is an invitation to England, to London to be exact.