My wife had a free evening at the same time as me, very rare, we were both in the kitchen and nobody was asking who would leave first. She told me a story from the supermarket, one customer arguing about a price until he discovered he had picked the wrong item. I laughed too loud, she said the children would think we were fighting. Nice to hear her telling a whole story, not only instructions about what food is in the pot. Later she fell asleep during the programme and I stayed beside her instead of going outside to talk. The programme was not even good. Still, I was happy there, no need to find another place to sit.

After the last trip I stood beside the bus and stretched against the door rail, my back did not want to straighten at once. Same small tight spot, lower down, then after walking to the carinderia it was less. My conductor says I walk like an old captain getting off a boat. He should see himself! We sat to eat this time, no hurry because the next driver had arrived, and I finished a full glass of water before the food came. Mouth was dry, I had been talking all afternoon. At home the stairs felt longer than usual but upstairs I could take off the uniform and move properly. Sat on the bed a while before changing, okay na.

Thinking about the stair railing again because my daughter hung a shirt where the top section should be, now everybody uses that gap for laundry. If I buy the metal this payday, my cousin says he can help fit it, but my wife wants the whole cost first, not only the first part. She is correct about that, last time the cement money became twice the cement money. I know a man from the garage who had a railing done, will ask him what he actually paid. Not the nice price people give when telling a story. I want it simple, strong, finished, no fancy curls that collect dust. The paint can match whatever we have left downstairs.