The sun shone through the window onto my armchair in the living room this morning just when I was ready to go shop for weekend provisions. It looked so inviting.
“I think I might just sit here and enjoy the sunshine for a bit,” I announced.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Graham said. “Late lunch today, then?”
“I’ll try to keep the delay to a minimum.”
“Not to worry. I’m busy anyway.”
And he returned to his current painting project, Dolly settled down alongside my chair, and…
Fortunately, a great black cloud floated across the sky, waking me gently, and keeping my sun worship session within sensible bounds. I stretched, got up, ambled down to the kitchen for juice, and announced my imminent departure.
“You got any particular fancies on?” I asked.
“Yes. Get the makings and I’ll do us a spaghetti bolognese for tonight.”
“Ah. Well, that’s a deal. I’ll do us a nice roast for tomorrow. Sandwich lunches?”
“Yup. Fits around painting better, does a sandwich plate.”
And off I went, happy as the day was long, and even more sunny than it was, well than it was sunny. There were no black clouds in my mood today.
Even in the supermarket most people seemed happy enough. There are always the grumpy ones of course. Sad that. Today, though I was so far from the grumpy end of the mood spectrum that they didn’t register. Not even the woman on the checkout really registered, despite the resentment that oozed from her every reluctant word and movement as she served me. I breezed past her, as I breezed right the way through the rest of my chores.
“You’re very cheerful,” Graham said when I got home, staggering cheerfully under the weight of my purchases. [Note to self: Time to start thinking about a folding shopping cart of some kind?]
“Yes. It’s just my kind of day, this. Bright and breezy, and enough blue sky to make trousers for a dozen sailors.”
“That’s good. What would you do with a dozen sailors, though?”
“Oh, I’m sure I’d think of something. Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
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