young woman wants a cleaning job

 Start early and then fall apart and have to lie down again. This story is just going on too long. But then, perhaps that is the story from now on.

Try to make things work on the computer, but the network no longer works. Breakfast was not so great either. And presumably the pills were simply forgotten. This is all unhealthy.

Make a second pot of coffee. That is not healthy either, but at least it is a steep towards waking fully.

At half past twelve go and meet with the gallery people in a posh café around the corner. Chat for a while, finish the coffee and return home. Go to the shops and buy a few things, not forgetting food for the cat. Take care not to buy the sloppy stuff, the cat is none to keen on it and it is hard to handle.

Walk back home and start to be depressed again. This is not the way it should be. A pretty young woman stops the dismal train of thoughts. In the picturesque alley she asks whether a job for a cleaner would be available. She says that she is short of money, she would clean the windows, wash the floors. She says that she is really hard up. The chances are that this is a scam. She is making such a charming impression despite her apparent shyness, the eyelashes just a little bit fluttery, a sidelong glance as she is talking. Very nice, a lovely idea, but there is no need to make life any more complicated than it already is. Stopping an old guy on the street and suggesting to do cleaning work for him, it is not quite credible. Then she wants to be taken for a cup of coffee in one of the cafés nearby. Give her two euros for her trouble, and say goodbye. There really is no time for further problems, even if she is bona fide.

Go home, take a rest. Repair the network by unplugging the wireless router and then plugging it back in. Spend the day editing yesterdays pictures.

Make a meal in the evening, potatoes and a sausage. All quite in order, plan for an early night-