Perfect day?

I’ve twice failed to post on this blog during January, so far and as a general rule I try to come up with something just to keep the thing rolling.

There is no obligation but that which I set myself, no need really and probably no point – but then what’s the point of anything?

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................well, you’ve got to do something!

Dave, if you read this blog could you remind me of the name of the stand up comedian who’s lines I have just borrowed?

He used to say something similar and then stop, sit down on the front of the stage and stare into a deeply gloomy future, some distant off.

It was both very funny and very tragic.

Excellent theatre – which in the context of stand up comedy was unusual.

Anyway – of the two days I missed one was an important birthday the other statistically, apparently, the most depressing day of the year.

I myself felt fairly good yesterday.

True when I returned after a day’s work and Krissie asked – did you have a good day – I hesitated.

The problem was the word good.

It had been a functional day.

A good day needs some or all of the following; a natural awakening, sea, blue sky, a coffee on a terrace outside, a run along a beach or through a forest, a surprise, Krissie laughing, a chapter from a good book, a post card from a friend and time to enjoy them.

A perfect day?

Well, sometimes you have to settle for good.