Today was a lovely day.
I got up early
Took my medication
Sat in the beautiful sunlight in my mum and dad's dining room
Listened to the birds tweeting
Messaged friends on my new phone
Felt my face finally soften from the pain of sinusitis in the week
Flicked through photos on my camera
Heard movement upstairs, my mum getting up
Watched the familiar routine of mum making morning tea
Listened to my brother giggling with his wife, they love each other's company
Thought about my soon to be nephew or niece and smiled
Noticed my dad was enjoying his fathers day, still snoring
Showered and dried from the sun still streaming through the bathroom window
Joined the masses downstairs, now having gathered up Dad
Tucked into sausages and bacon and eggs and mushrooms
Mocked at Dad's disgust at the hidden cauliflower rostis among hash browns
Watched Dad open his cards
Recited familiar card message lines
Apologised for a gifting cock-up
Moved to sofas that eat you up
Remembered our childhood
Laughed some more
Opened a vile email from an unknown stranger
Carried on with my day.
I'm lucky that beautiful, happy days are my bread and butter, nothing unusual for me, so I normally don't get to write about them. By coming onto this site and sending your ridiculous email you gave me something new to write about and wrap the rest of my happy day around.
P.s you don't die from Parkinson's
'The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.'' Bertolt Brecht
Let's remember the kisses.