Le journal de François

My name is François. I am thirty-five years old, and I live in Saint-Laurent, a small village in France. Here, the streets are quiet and the houses are old. I work in the village and I know many people. This is my diary. I use it to organize my day. In it, I write what I do, what I feel, and what I want to improve.

At seven o’clock, I wake up. I hear the church bell and the birds outside. It is still a bit dark, and it is cool in the house. I stretch in bed, then I put my feet on the floor. I feel tired because last night I went to bed late. I drink a little water and I think: “Today, I want to be calm.”

At eight o’clock, I have breakfast in the kitchen. I put a cup on the table and I turn on the light. Usually, I am not very hungry, but I eat something because it is important. I eat a cookie and I drink a coffee, then a glass of water. I look through the window and I see smoke from the chimneys. After breakfast, I feel more awake.

At nine o’clock, I get ready to go out. I take a quick shower, then I get dressed: I put on my underwear, a pair of pants, some socks, and my shoes. Then I put on a shirt, a sweater, and a warm jacket. I check my phone and I take my keys. I put my wallet and a notebook in my bag. I go out of the house and I close the door. In the square, I say hello to a neighbor and to a lady. I smile and I walk towards work.

At ten o’clock, I arrive at work. I work in a small tourist office in the village. I open the door, I turn on the light, and I turn on the computer. I arrange the maps and the papers on the counter. A couple of tourists arrive and ask for an easy walk. I explain the way with simple words, and I show them the square and the street to take.

At eleven o’clock, I continue to work, but there is a problem. I must print a page, and the printer does not work. For a moment, I am nervous because I do not want to lose time. Then I breathe and I take small steps. I check the cable and the paper, then I turn the printer off and on again. After a moment, it works. I say: “Good!” and I feel more relaxed.

At noon, I take a short break. I go out of the office and I go to the café on the square. I have a coffee and a glass of water. I sit outside for a moment and I look at the hills. I see people who talk and a child who plays. I write two lines in my diary: “Now, I feel calm.” Then I go back to work.