I started in the bathroom, staring at the toothbrushes for 2 minutes trying to remember which one was mine.
I know there had been a debate on the colour, and that I had given a reason as to why I wanted it, but even though I could recall this, they all just looked wrong somehow.
I had an inkling that the day was announcing itself early,
but undeterred I went about the morning purposefully.
Other than arriving in the kitchen and the bedroom and not having the faintest idea why I was there, all seemed to be going smoothly.
Then I decided to do the washing.
I could already feel it was one of those days that sometimes led to the 'WHAT IF' scenarios that could just pop in to my head uninvited,
and it wasn't long before one did.
There I was sorting the washing only to come across my partners jumper.
The tears sprang from nowhere,
along with the poem ...
She sat eyes closed
and gathered his jumper around her
breathing it in
and he was there
her gentle man
and tears filled her eyes
as her heart broke all over again.
Well I rang my partner to check he was alive ... he was,
and as always, he asked patiently.
"What was it this time?"
"Just leave the washing and take Grace out for a walk, it'll make you feel better."
It was good advice, so out I went.
There was a lost poo incident, but this wasn't hormone related, Grace had just gone a little too far away and when I got there 'it' had completely disappeared.
If you have a dog then you'll know this can happen.
Well there were people around, so I leant down and picked up a twig and a leaf and tied my bag sharply then carried on my way.
The day continued after that with minimal drama.
I remembered my toothbrush was blue!
A definite EUREKA moment and high point of the day, and then there were a few unfinished conversations where the point I was trying to get across, simply disappeared leaving me mid sentence ... with nothing! ... but other than that I thought I'd coped with the day admirably.
When evening came I decided to relax.
I put my feet up and nestled myself into the sofa without a care
and rounded the day off with
a lovely old film
a large glass of wine
one massive hot sweat
and then took myself up to bed at 9.00pm ... ready for another day!