Today was supposed to be the day that for visiting the gallery near Passau. It was a lovely day, but presumably the artist did not remember his commitment. It was his suggestion, but that in itself does not entitle him to simply not attend. It was, after all, an appointment.
The frustration is vented by ironing all the trousers in the room where the laundry is kept. This room is getting tidier,
This morning decided to go for a shower, this inadvertently interfered with the sons wish to clean his teeth before leaving. He knocked on the locked door and said goodbye. He will be back on the weekend.
Downstairs, make breakfast.
The blood pressure measurement this morning showed that the pressure was elevated, so followed the doctors orders and took an extra dose of the orange pill. That extra amount elevated the consumption from nine to eighteen milligrams of a substance to lower the blood pressure.
Breakfast is mediocre, but so what. The coffee is good and welcome.
Go out and buy some things at the drugstore, shaving cream and the like. Then go on and buy some underpants in the discount clothes store. It is irritating that they are always in packages of different colours. One colour would be fine.
Return home to catch the woman delivering the post. She is a small person equipped with a large three wheeled electrical bicycle. She has letters from the tax office. They are interesting and unpleasant reading.
The day progresses and it is clear that the artist is simply not going to materialise with his plan to go to Passau. That is just too bad.
Go to the grocery store, and then have a cup of coffee and a sugary cake in a local café.
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