Princess FT

I wrote a blog post a couple of days ago that I didn’t publish, I just moaned for three hundred and fifty words. Doom and gloom. Dloom, goom.

I was having a 2020 kind of day. Super disappointed with the state of things, globally, nationally and locally. Sad and angry at the loss of friends, the loss of joy in going out, the loss of income.

I’ve been mightily cheered up since.

It was my birthday.

I knew there were a couple of bottles of sparkly in the kitchenettette. I bought a cake.

When I arrived at my space, there were gifts waiting for me, the loveliest selection of flowers in a jam jar, wrapped and packed so nicely, macaroons likewise exquisitely packaged, a beautiful card made by GorJuss, a new mug! I love a new mug.

Saucy visited, with gifts and stories.

She’d dreamt that I drove a bush. Yes, a bush. I was driving her to an unknown location, for an unclear purpose, in the bush. I was in a hurry to get going, bossy (moi?). She didn’t have time to pack. Her lack of luggage concerned her more than my car being a big plant, but then I drove it so well apparently.

What could it mean? Probably that she was asleep soon after a sizeable dose of magnesium.

Don’t knock it.

Later Cornflake cooked me a dinner of my choice, burger and huge oven cooked chips. Nobody makes better oven chips than Cornflake. He’s a whizz with mash as well, but I considered that mash and chips would be too much, even for a birthday girl.

In short, all I needed to cheer me up and take my mind off the current state of affairs was, an entire day of attention, having everything my way, gifts, treats, large quantities of cake and sparkly, new friends and old friends talking hilarious rubbish, and my best boy making a fuss of me.

What a Princess!

No apologies.

Many thanks.