Sunday Morning

Good morning,

I did so much music practice yesterday and a lot of writing, then I fell into bed and slept.

I dreamed a lot, dreams about devil children and marriage and all sorts of scary stuff.

I woke to a bright and breezy morning, and wandered into a cup of tea.

My housemate came into the kitchen, and she has got the hang of my morning routine, because she said 'we open the patio doors now, don't we?' And she strolled outside with her cup of tea and the cat.

The cat is sulking and avoiding my room because we ambushed him when he was asleep on my bed yesterday, and front-lined him. Front line is flea treatment, those of you who don't know.

So me and my housemate and the cat all on the patio in our pyjamas, we wear deportation pyjamas and we are not overlooked, but it is nice to go out and smell the fresh air and hear the sea and the seagulls first thing.

Anyway, my housemate has gone to see a friend, and I have had bacon and eggs and am now thinking about showering, dressing and biking down to the shore.

I will leave church for this evening, even though it is a typical lent day with the weather and you are supposed to go to church and talk about spring and sunshine and daffodils on these Sunday mornings.
My daffodil bunches in the kitchen are blooming cheerfully and our landlady and her partner appreciated them yesterday :) Flowers are a norty habit of mine.

I am just listening to Magic FM and writing and rejoicing that I have done the housework apart from the bins, so I can get on with writing and music.

It would be nice to think that this paradise would last, but while I live and the Diocese of Winchester exist, they will continue to destroy me, until either they kill me, or they are disbanded.