. Certain mornings she muses about how to spend her time
. (She) imagines what she has to do, says yes and then no
. She procrastinates (delays)
. Slowly she slips from the coffee-table at the window
. She would like to hear a record, but it needs putting on (the record player)
. And nothing is urgent
. Misses is lazy in Paris
. She drags out, she wanders
. Her highness caresses the (present) day
. The idea of going to the swimming pool
. She goes out in the street, it's 4pm, she walks slowly
. Sits down on a bench to find out the longest route
. The slowest vehicle
. The underground/tube, why not, but there is no strike going on this moment
. And as to the bus, he is too early to get blocked in the traffic-jams
. So what good is it
. The vehicle she prefers is the swing
. You move forwards to backwards, while getting late
. She makes a detour along the square
. It's closing time when she arrives at the box office
. She is angry with herself for just not making it, by only a few minutes
. If just a little more (i.e. if she was a little later) she could go home
. You shouldn't take chances, so tomorrow, she promises
. To assess the distances better, so as to be really sure
. To arrive too late
. Without letting anything over to chance.