Sanatorium

 Awake at half past sis and turn off the alarm on the mobile 'phone. Shave, take a shower, get dressed,  take the pills. There are messages on the 'phone, the friend in the sanatorium near the Tegernsee has written, he wants to have some soda brought. 

Go to the car at eight and start the journey. Stop for petrol, and buy two bottles of different fizzy drinks. 

The journey is fine until the motorway junction south of Munich is reached. There are thousands of cars all heading into the mountains and down to Italy for the weekend. Traffic proceeds at a snails pace..

Finally arrive at the sanatorium. Work out how the parking system works, and then go upstairs in the very modern Bavarian style building. Wait outside the door number  one hundred and thirty two.

The friend does not look well at all. He has lost a lot of weight, and his face is haggard. The operations that he has undergone have left him as a bit of a wreck.

The first thing that we talk about is that the projected journey on his part to collect his car in Munich is not possible in the state he is in. His plan to drive his car back to the clinic would probably overtax his abilities. The complex operation on his heart that he had undergone only two weeks ago would surely need more time to heal.

Took him to visit a friend of his. He spent some time inside a stone circle, some ritual that is supposed to support healing.  They just appear to be stones resting on the lawn. The man of the house offers a strong Schnaps of his own distilling.

As the driver of a vehicle, refuse the offered glass. The spirits have a very strong fruity odour.

After leaving the friend take the car to Tegernsee and have a small meal in the Tegernsseer Hofbrauhaus.

Then drive him home to his sanatorium, have another cup of coffee, and then take the drive home. Get home at six, almost ten hours after starting out this morning.