Biggest flops.

I have found this note half written and I like the title so I am keeping it.

There is nothing today that is a flop really in a rounded frothy cappuccino dusted with cocoa type of day. And that makes me cry. I cry at how abstractly and deliciously beautiful a day can be without being anything out of the ordinary.

I went for a run, I jogged for 5km next to the river and the mud and the birds and the terrace houses and the dogs and the shops. I showered. I packed.

I went on an Easter egg hunt and we won, even though it was probably for children. We ate out body weight in Belgium chocolate. Greedily. Chunks of Belgian chocolate. I had a Pepsi as I referenced, then another Pepsi, and bought a postcard. We bought Easter eggs and tripped in the street.

Music, Dolly Parton blasting full volume on the Bose. I hoovered, she packed. Then I packed and she washed dishes. I made a sign for them running the marathon Tommorrow. I had a fridge tea (again). Chicken sausages that were not mine, peas, cucumber and carrot. Chocolate buttons oozing with Carmel. Two ice pops. I did some washing and folded more washing.

There were tears, for her at the start and me at the end of this perfectly abstract day.

I also cry because I am overly emotional and that always seems to happen at the minute on the first and last day of the month. I realise as I type this it is the second so I cannot be typically teary, just melancholy perhaps.