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 It was just after two in the afternoon and the job was done. Suddenly there were just no more pictures to sort away. All the careful comparison of the originals with the picures and the pictures numbers placed correctly in the list is done.

Pack the computer and walk back home. On the way stop for a cup of coffee in one of those baker shops which are everywhere. There is a noise outside of Bierfest type music, a horrendously amplified Höhner accordion. The sound of young men dressed in short leather pants and silly hats jumping up and down more or less in time on a wooden stage. It is Bavarian pathos at its worst. It is the start of the small beer festival in honour of saint Bartholomew.

Go home and turn up the radio and listen to the jazz from Australia. 

The day started of as usual, trying to prevent getting up too early. Take a double dose of the small pink pill, maybe that will keep the blood pressure down. That is in accordance with one of the suggestions that the doctor had made. Go downstairs to have coffee and to read the news.

The wife comes in and requests that the cat be fed for the next three days. That is not a problem, turn up the music when she has gone.

After that, go to the artists studio and keep on working there.

Now it is five to five and the washing machine is full of clothes, it is time to catch up on all those jobs too. These things never end