The Day Nothing Happened

A day when nothing happened It was a harmless morning my old friends had married When I was at sea, a boiled egg for breakfast took the bus to the docks, I had a dingy there and tried my luck fishing Got two fish, wrapped them up in a newspaper to give to the cats in the neighborhood, and went for a shower at the communal bathhouse Later I had coffee and a Napoleon cake, the waitress was very fat she sweated and was ill at ease, gave her an extra tip. A slow-moving car, many people walking behind, and since I was going the same way I joined the walkers for a while At home I switched on the TV to a woman singing and playing guitar badly; luckily the news came on, an accident near the railway station a handcart had opened and several suitcases damage. Opened a new book by Axel Sandemose and read his work in the early morning.