Madeira Street from Portland Street

As Jeni was in Fargo with the kids, I had to go feed the kittens, which is cool and I did it last night however this morning I think I was still pished when I left the house. Might be something to do with the underberg I had before I left on my feckin' bicycle.

Splendid ride to hers. Fed the kittens, changed the litter, got back on bike.

As I cycled back, I was on the look out for cafes where one to could purchase an egg / bacon roll.

None were in evidence. So, one had to go to the shop and buy the ingredients! The horrors!

Took this. Beautiful morning.

Went back to bed.

Actually had the best Sunday that was ever invented.

I'm getting sick of the weekends, they keep shitting all over the previous ones.

I keep trying to be unhappy cause I know in my heart it makes me much more windswept & interesting/complicated but it turns out being happy is just too fucking excellent to make me really give a fuck about being morose.

I jest, of course.

Or do I?