promises

 It is sensible to get  up and to get out of this house, even if it is only for a few weeks.

Listen to the church bells this morning, all sounding loud and persistent. They ring at four  and every quarter of an hour until six, then they have a long ring. Get up, take a shower, go downstairs. There is no food in the little kitchen any more, this was a plan. There is no point in leaving food open to rot for two weeks. It is better to just let it run out. There will be a bowl of ramen soon, those instant noodles. They are more or less in order.

Packed the things today, clothes for three weeks. It is strange what a large heap of textiles that is.

Do a small bit of ironing, and then carry the things out to the car. The son and his friend are rushing about doing things, and the wife has retired in silence to her room. It is not really a joyful day.

The son is busy washing and drying. Who knows when he will be ready to put his stuff into the car.

It would be nice to write a more detailed account of the day.

Perhaps this will be possible inside the next few days.