Awoke, and was awake. Dress and make the bed, forget to take the pills. Go downstairs and make breakfast, there is only one egg left. Still, it tastes good. The better marmalade tastes good to. It seems to be actually made of real apricots.
The day starts with the collection of beer for the brother in Ireland. He wants two cases, those he shall have. Squeeze the package that his wife had had sent to the address in Landshut on top of the cases It just fits, it is a bit tight.
At home there is mail. It is a very high bill from the tax accountant. It is in two parts, one for the wife and one that will need to be paid directly. Make a copy of the one part and bring the copy and the other part up to the wife, that is now her business. Juggle about with the various bank accounts and find that there is still enough money to pay the bills. That is all well.
Go out to the cafe to recover from the shock of the high bill and the knowledge of the impending taxes.
Who cares overmuch? There will be a journey to Ireland as of the coming Monday, the clothes will be packed on Sunday.
It will be three weeks holiday that will bring its very own strains.
Spend the early evening making telephone calls, but only after having gone into town to buy a new razor,
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