As a serial whinger of bad days I should probably also take time to document the good ones.
Yesterday was one of the better days that I’ve had in a while.
Woke up on the right side of the universe.
Enjoyed my porridge with summer berries in bed with my book.
And a coffee. And then another coffee because I think the machine is still running a bit too fast.
But I digress.
I went food shopping with the kids and nobody died.
The 5 year old nearly ran into a little old lady using a walking stick in the baking aisle but other than that it was good.
We made it home and I got to watch some cricket on the telle while eating the very last mince tart of the season.
I made a huge batch of bolognese sauce in the slow cooker and then ended up freezing it in batches because the family all went bowling.
We had fun.
I had fun.
I kept bowling to the left though. Not sure what that’s about.
It was a good day.
(And that was without me even mentioning that I bought 2 large tins of chocolates for $8.)
I’m not sure what made it such an okay day. I wish I did so that I could replicate it.
But thank heavens for small mercies or something like that.
A good day amidst a sea of blue leaves me looking on the bright side.