fallen

 A strange day, a warm Saturday, left the house at shortly past ten with the son and walked to the small bakery café.

Had a pleasant time with him, or her, this seems not entirely clear. Walked down to the shops together, with no clear idea of what there would be to buy. Inside the shop decide to buy nothing and return home. On the way pass all the stands of the various political parties, with a short detour to those ones that he particularly favours.

Go to the meeting of the gallery owners, they are all political as well.

At home, check up on the pictures on the computer. Then notice that the computer is issuing a warning that it is going to sleep soon unless connected to the mains power supply. Look around for said power supply and see that it is nowhere around. It is probably in the studio.

Well, there is no help for it.

Walk to the studio on this warm spring day. On the way pass the stands of all those who want to be lord mayor.

At the studio, there is a group hanging about the pub. It is closed, but these are the landlords close friends. The landlords girlfriend catches the eye of this old man and leaves him spellbound. This should not happen to seventy year olds. It is embarrassing. Collect the power supply, try to avoid eye contact. Really- heart fluttering at an advanced age.

If it was not so pleasant it would be a cause for shame.

If the hearts owner was younger, he would make a fool of himself for the intimate catching of an eye, and suffer in the pursuit. As it is, just walk home and have pleasant dreams by the way