The old man wakes way before dawn. He reads for a while. He researches Tang Band full range speaker drivers, but only briefly. The galahs awake in the trees outside. The skies pinken. He watches a bit of the news on ABC 24 using his iPad. He allows his daughter to have first access to the shower so she can spend all the time she needs to get ready to set off for a day at university. While she’s showering he tidies the kitchen a bit whilst looking forward to the warm trickling waters from the shower-head. She finishes in the shower. The sleeping wife springs from the mattress and enters the shower while his back is briefly turned. Oh the cruel irony of it all. Another week starts. Unwashed.
Morning light on my wall – 7.30am. Sky pale blue … grass white … dog unnaturally enthusiastic (and hungry, he claims). Wooly slippers – fingerless gloves … New Guinea mission beanie. Last night meeting hangover – worse than alcohol. A study to write. Hospital to contact. Meet with my colleagues. Pretend to be not confused. Breakfast. Darjeeling in a cup.