161. Getting trolled

Updated: Jun 22, 2019


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

Lazed

Laughed some more


Opened a vile email from an unknown stranger


Carried on with my day.



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Dear stranger,


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.


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