Now it is four in the afternoon on the last day of this year. And people are now more concerned over the transit from one year to the next than anything else. Boil an egg for breakfast, there will be none left for tomorrow. The milk has thickened and gone sour.
Nothing is quite the way it should be, and if the last year was at fault, then good riddance.
A walk about town showed the whole town to be caught in a frost, A short visit to a café, a cup of coffee and a roll. Look at the watches in a jewellers shop. They are quite nice, with overcomplicated dials and elevated prices.
Return home, listen to the radio, take it easy. The back has healed, close contact with a radiator helps.
Listen to jazz from australia, read a book.
There is to be socialising this evening, that will be reported on next year.
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