Perfect Day?

"Just a perfect day
Drink Sangria in the park
And then later
When it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later
A movie, too, and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun

Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
Someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you"

 

with thanks to the chill CD that's in the car, another Lou Reed song.  Wish I didn't hate his voice so much because this is a such reflection on what a simple happy day should be...except for me it was delivering food to parents and sitting sweltering in their garden while they huddled in sweaters - coffee and a rather odd squashed looking cake (I'm the maker of wonky flapjack & liquid lemon drizzle cake, who am I to complain) and lots of cheering of lovely worried little people.

 

Then down to the town for a blustery, salt laden turn around the seafront and across to Jacob's ladder - with a pasty and icecream & flake to make it feel like a holiday.  The waves creamed in, sunlight bounced off the water and there were surfers.  And social distancing transfers all along the front promenade.  Think the gulls have been on a diet as I jealously guarded the rather over peppered pasty and amazingly decadent Mr Whippy icecream from them.  I may have ripped up my costa card in favour of small shops but it was a non classy icecream proper seaside sort of day.  

 

There's a sting in the tail of the tale - I'm sore.  If that's the way it will be from now on I will carry painkillers and pace life until my back heals up but there's no way I won't celebrate and live my fun in style.