Unnecessary Journey.

Tomorrow I will bicycle into the centre of Amsterdam. I only need to go to the local shops and street market but I intend to visit the historic Binnenstaat. Just to remember I live in Amsterdam and not Canvey Island (home town).
When I was working- in the olden days before Herrad got MS- I was walking home from my crappy job (Cleaning up in a sports club) after a pig of a day in a horrible working atmosphere (we had new management every four months on average) the maintenance I had meant to do on my bike had become critical so I was pushing the thing. I paused on a bridge. Suddenly I was aware of what a good deal I had. The sun on the Kaisersgracht. The golden age architecture. Beautiful city, nice home, dogs waiting for a walk,round the Vondel Park home and get the dinner ready. Take the dogs up to the tram stop to meet Herrad. Home, eat dinner, talk, laugh, friends, a walk round the neighbourhood. Home to bed with my darling. Ignore eight hours of work- pretend I am on vacation in Amsterdam!
So I shall reinstate bridge gazing: tomorrow I will go on a day trip to Amsterdam.

This is my few minutes. Dinner is in the oven. The dogs are fed and licking their paws contentedly in their beds. Herrad is waiting to decide wether to get up go on the motormed and have her wound treated then eat dinner or eat dinner and then get up. I hope we get it done by ten pm then I get a bit of time in the evening. What ever. I have my minute and will sneak off to play a bit of banjo (be glad you do not have to hear it) and smoke a little bit if weed. Weed is a analgesic for me too! Today I had a glorius afternoon: I steamcleaned the bathroom! Impressive eh? So now I will bask in glory and prepare for future triumphs.
I have just realised that unlike my text my spell checker is in Dutch. I have not been checking so I hope the copy is not to messy.