the day after

This morning 25/12 We got up late, the night had been mild No, wind is making a noise attacking the building I have to go out to buy petrol and to find An Indian grocer which is open My wife had bought a classy wine, which I found too strong but had a fine reputation from a professional winetasters I think those winetasters are secret drunks ready to extoll any wine for a free bottle I drink wine sold in cartons, it is cheap and not Strong, one can drink a few glasses without getting pissed, the taste is more and less the same Drinking morning coffee, I thought of the races of the people I had met They are the Chinese, the Japanese, and the Indians None of them are what we call white, but their culture is more fine-tuned and they are smarter than us. But that is not why I’m driving to the Chinese grocer he is a businessman and doesn’t bother About what day it is