My daughter's Sunday best. At 7 o’clock my neighbour woke me up by banging around the wall to hang some stupid shot he likes taking with his cutting edge japanese photo camera. I thought I was having a mare but then I realized what was happening. “George!!!”, I screamed, “please bring down that noise, it’s 7 and your pictures suck”, I like being blunt with him, but every time we meet he always talk over his passion for photography. I jumped into the shower hoping the warm water would take me off the laziness but the water didn’t fall, suddenly I remembered that there were warnings on the wall of today cutoff of water in the district, so I had breakfast and, still smelling of the day before sweat, run in the car to go to the company, lucky for me I don’t use to go for in. I live alone because my wife and me have drift apart a couple of months ago. She went back to her mother’s home, with our daughter, and since then I haven’t been able to take up the idea of living without them. The working day passed as bored as everyday, papers, papers and oceans of stacked papers to check and file, the daily try to ask my colleague Monica out and her daily answer “No way!”, but today was a special day because I wanted to make up something for my daughter. She is 11 years old but promised to lead her on to buy a new dress, she likes wearing her “Sunday best” on weekends but she grew out of the old one. It’s gonna be a wonderful day.