Bring me sunshine

If a day is the sum of its parts, then this one was like a box of old Lego that never quite got made into anything but potentially was several somethings. I don’t mind days like that, but they can be odd, bitty, and unfulfilling. 
 
I worked from eight until ten, after which we had a very helpful online mortgage consultation with a woman called Katie who said she could make all our troubles disappear and that we would live happily ever after. That’s what I chose to hear anyway. Then we had a very early lunch (or was it a late brunch?) and walked into town with The Dizzle for coffee and to buy some biscuits. 
 
I was going to buy vegan hot cross buns in Marks and Spencer, but they were nowhere to be seen. According to one store supervisor they had eighteen packs on the inventory, but no one could find them, which to my mind is a suburban detective story waiting to be written. Or possibly an alien abduction story; the hot cross buns disappeared during the night leaving only a misty morning in their wake (and it was very misty first thing today, spookily so). But in truth they are probably lurking in a stock room somewhere, accidentally buried under a pile of V-neck sweaters that are waiting to be hung. Whether they emerge before their sell by date is up, we can only speculate, but that is in itself is a metaphor for human life. To die, unfulfilled in obscurity …
 
I was supposed to have two friends over for coffee this afternoon, but one was sick and the other could only stay for half an hour due to a prior engagement. Damp squib. I did however take the Royal Horticultural Society magazine ‘round to an elderly neighbour who was delighted to get it (we normally sling it straight in the recycling bin). 
 
Tried Dylan out with his new GPS collar late afternoon but instead of wandering off so that we could track him he curled up on the chair in the porch and fell asleep. Test number one was therefore inconclusive. But Jim the Gardener (he who did our hedge and pollarded our apple tree last year) was outside quoting for a neighbour so we had a catch up. Such a nice man. Just had a baby daughter and was still glowing with pride. I invited him to come over and do us a price for our garden makeover.
 
Made a rather gorgeous vegan lentil and bacon soup for supper. The secret is in the smoked garlic I suspect. Read some more of Margaret Attwood’s essays then went out for a very sudden and spontaneous walk prompted by the realisation that the night was still young, and we hadn’t got enough steps in.
 
Just time for a game of cards and changing of the sheets before bedtime. A riotous life (not) but a good one. I shall be thankful.
 
Russia says it is going to scale down its “Special Military Operation” (AKA attacking a peaceful neighbouring autonomous nation and killing thousands of its population including targeting schools and hospitals and generally pissing on any notion of civilised human behaviour). But you can’t trust Putin any further than you can throw a samovar filled with ready mixed concrete. This error of judgement will be a long time in the judging.
 
Today’s photograph is nothing to do with any of the above. It is a light fitting in Gail’s the baker’s shop. But quite attractive for all that.