well fed

 Waking worked better today, what with an hour being saved and all.  Took a shower, took the pill, fed the cat. Tried to organise things but that did not work well. Took a walk around the town, all the shops are closed it being Sunday. At home, a bit of cleaning and fed the cat again..

The son turned up, and the father and son took a long walk about town. It ended at a café, observed that the young man was eating far too little. He ordered a large turkish  type of greek bread well covered in cheese and vegetables and at the whole thing with gusto. It was both good and worrying to watch.

At home again, took an evening picture of him in black and white for his web site. Also shared all the pictures from Ireland with him. He was pleased to see them. He was satisfied with his portraits too.

Afterwards did a forced march through town to the railway station. He ran the last part. leaving his father behind. He caught his train, barely.

Walked back and took the bus into town. Made a sort of evening meal of spaghetti and sauce.

And now, at a quarter past six, receive an invitation to a feed of sausages in the artists studio.

Today is a day of being well fed.