From a full bottom tray to the litter box. . .

2017, day 24, such a Tuesday when most people do what they did last week on the same day.  Bus drivers drive their route, the bakers night of hard work comes to an end, a gas pump holder puts the fire extinguishers on the designated spots and a group of construction workers takes a cup of coffee at the oldest family café in the city before going to work.  A mother on welfare fils the lunch boxes for her children, slightly less filled than last week though, the month is just one week too long, a nursing home employee collects full diapers and various politicians are looking for some space in the bottom drawer of their desk.  An ordinary weekday in which snow falls in North Africa, Israel expands the territory blatantly meter for meter, house for house and the headlines in the newspapers are popular selling texts, but silent on the real news.  While the Chinese make their own trade agreements with countries on the border of Europe and sell nuclear power plants to oil sheiks, an eel-slippery English woman grabs her gift from Portugal and puts it in her suitcase to take with her during a trip to America to meet with that twitter nagging lunatic who declared his inauguration day to be a National Day of Patriotic Devotion, a Hungarian cleaning lady finds a folder labelled "not for publication" under the litter box of, chief catching mice, Larry.  It’s the five-year assessment climate report with the consequences for the United Kingdom. The series of potential threats is considerable, but especially food production is at risk, well, with the exception of some higher areas, very little will remain of that island in the North Sea when there is not a quick intervention.  The Dutch contractors with their Polish workers are ready to build dikes and other innovative constructions, just as they have done for Americans in New Orleans and the Arabs, who wanted new islands.  Well, for reasonable fee, of course. The European and even Russian farmers are willing to supply the grain and those import duties, because of the Brexit, that will appear as an extra layer on the bread slices of consumers is not important to the rest of the world.  Meanwhile, the woodworker is gathering the sawdust production of the last few days in large ton.  Eucalyptus smells good and is therefor so well suited for the biological sawdust toilet that good friends have in use.  Nothing absolutely nothing is just wasted on the lonely hill, even old work shoes aren’t thrown away, the steel noses and the iron sole plates are well suited to decorate a "stompbox".  And Yes, that is a kind of mirror for populist policy makers. ...