4

 Last night in the pub went on late, left at midnight. There were all the usual conversations on the evils of eighty years ago and more recent evils in big countries.

Two beers and a small coffee and that was all.

Sleep was disturbed again, it was only late at night and after five that it came. In between there was a time of leisurely chewing of the mental cud. Acting like a ruminant even though not a graminivore. Twisting metaphors in the middle of half-sleep.

In the morning, to the washing machine and take the clothes from the dryer, all are gratifyingly dry. Take them upstairs, and put them on the made bed for sorting later. Downstairs again, check up on  the state of the world in the computer. Things in the united states of the North American continent seem increasingly vindictive and childish. It is like an extrapolation from a schoolyard.

Go to the flat lived in by the wife and the son. The wife is in bed, the son and his friend are up and about. Call the cat, the son goes in to collect the small animal from the wife bedroom. The untidiness in the flat is remarkable. Wrap the cat in a towel, in order to reduce its ability to use its claws to inflict injuries. Then open the animals jaws, a procedure it resents, hissing loudly. Throw in the antibiotic pill and close the jaws to prevent the cat spitting it out again. The son comes over with a small syringe of pain killer and  sprays a few millilitres into the cats mouth. The cat swallows, and the pill and the painkillers are delivered as they should be. Stroke the cat a bit and let it jump down. It seems not to be worrying too much now, but it wants to return to the bedroom.

In the early afternoon go to the Saturday afternoon meeting of the people around the gallery. There is much talk. Drink a cup of coffee, and no more.

Return home, go upstairs and move the washed clothes into the dryer.

It is now four in the afternoon.