mop

 Getting up was was enough today, but for some reason breakfast was just not really good. Maybe the tastebuds have taken a holiday. Trying to organise things in the morning was just not entirely easy. At six in the morning used the early visit to the bathroom to fill a bucket of water and to carry it up and to water the plants. They will have an other week of regular watering and then three weeks of drought. There is nothing else for it, the wife will not water the plants, for they are not hers. And the son will be part of the trip to Ireland. Oh well. The poor plants.

The bathroom is becoming ever more sordid now, the wife does not seem to care very much.

Downstairs, after breakfast, read the news. The news is nasty, for it is unclear what course that American president is following. Whatever course he is following it seems that those of his background and those following him have an advantage. It all seems rather simple minded. Read about the war in Ukraine, where people are dying because of an invasion into their country, and read about those other places were people are suffering because of the cupidity of their rulers.

Check the bank accounts, then go upstairs and take a rest before starting to iron the clothes.

Do that for an hour or two.

Then go out and repair the cover for the luggage compartment of the car. There is a catch that has broken off. Use a tap to thread a hole in the metal tube, and then fit a three millimetre screws, Now the small item that has been a botheration for months is repaired.

Outside in the street there is a couple where the man appears to be making movies of the woman with his 'phone. It is probably to advertise something for a private sale. Maybe sun glasses, or perhaps a handbag is on offer. Maybe the revolting jacket which hangs in such a way that one could imagine that she is trying to hide a beer belly.

Fit some hooks in the bathroom to hang up the mop and brush.