Perhaps this is not what I wanted to write at the beginning of a new decade either but perhaps the decade should get over it.

Trains pass. I see the people on them. People on them. Even at this time.

Still, it is a house that has our belongings already in it. And order. Put the bins out on a Sunday. No matter what time one comes home. Put the bins out on Sunday. Order. And the trains, aeroplanes - especially on a Sunday. Over the tennis courts now dormant. Structure. One can play around. Mix up other elements so long as the trains keep on. Will we find another house where trains keep on?

I thought this was the first post of 2010 but that's not the case. Lack of memory is surprising comfort.

6.12am. 6.19am. A taxi driver working till 3pm. Trains pass.