Yesterday ended early today, so today started late. The morning was started by the sound of a doorbell. Went to the door, to see what was going on, but there was no one there. The sound may have been the mistaken interpretation of the noise a plumber made working on a neighbours house. The ringing sound he makes working on his pipes is a bit like the doorbell.
Put on the coffee, boil water for the poached eggs, put bread into the toaster. It will be midday soon, this is late breakfast.
Now it is five past one, and it will be time to go to the studio to set up the gear for the pictures of the sculptures this evening and tomorrow.
There is a sound outside, the cat maybe? Go to the door, and realise that it was a child on the street. The wife has probably locked the cat in upstairs, the wife being possessive and perhaps wishing to be the centre of the cats world. The centre of the cats world is food and warmth and attention.
In that order!
There is an email to write to the brother, and then to leave the house.
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