'complete standstill. unending torments.'

the arbitrarily healthy 10,000 paces a day is about an hour and a half's walking. (so two 'quick wanders' of 45 minute each should do it). this morning horsemouth goes to unlock the abbey (and probably he goes this evening to lock it up), that will make up some of it

back to february1915.

'complete standstill. unending torments.' - franz kafka, the diaries, 7th february 1915. 

there is apparently a newly edited and  translated edition of kafka's diaries so we can see behind max brod's choices. we will probably discover a cheerful kafka behind them, much concerned with workflow and a healthy diet and exercise regime. 

yesterday horsemouth got the first (cheap) train out of the wen. in violation of the usual pattern he went via hereford and there got a bus out to pontrilas (the 23). it being a daytime bus (rather than a morning or an evening bus) there was no 440 bus to greet him at pontrilas (wearily did horsemouth trudge up over the common in the direction of his mum's house). 

he went via hereford because there was a bus out in the early afternoon (where as it wasn't clear that there was one from abergavenny). he just knows (and to some extent trusts) the bus service out of hereford better having used it when he was 16 to 18. 

horsemouth has done some research on the transport options that will become open to him as he ages - the senior railcard, the 60+ london oyster photocard. 

today (probably) episode 3 of making sense of social housing. horsemouth will run the rubbish bin down to the bottom of the drive (for tomorrow morning),

the snowdrops are out. looks like the primroses are not far behind. (ok horsemouth has checked the primroses are out already).