......o'clock. I can hear the washing machine in the background. That's good, activities happened already, no, not in the early morning, but still in the morning and not after lunch.
I wanted to get up early (at 7 a.m.), but I didn't hear the alarm clock, my bf switched it off very quickly. His ears are better than mine. Good that I have someone to blame.
Now I sit here with my second cup of black coffee. Accursed, I think, it's late already.
What else has to go? I have 2 typewriters - a mechanical one and an electronic one. The mechanical one belonged once to my Grandma. She bought it after the war for her business - she produced socks. It was very modern at that time. Now I have it. It's difficult to let go of this old machine. But the electronic one that I bought for a furtune decades ago must go, I decided yesterday. I didn't use it for decades. PC's made them redundant. They can only be used to fill in forms, but to be realistic, I wouldn't use my typewriter when I should have to fill in a form. I'd do it handwritten. Can anybody need my typewriter, I wondered, this machine is like new. But I really don't know if someone can use it. Do they need electronic typewriters in Africa? In my boldest dreams I cannot imagine this. They want PC'S, too and printers. I should ask R.
Picture: The typewriter of my Grandma, now mine. It made me laugh when I lifted it up. It's so heavy, it's as heavy as 2 laptops. Yeah, my dear mechanic typewriter.