That sort of a day

Studying with the rain constantly pattering in the background, The DIzzle strumming his guitar he had another lesson, cats in and out and bored with the weather, the mice don't play on a wet sunday, poached eggs and mushrooms on hot buttered toast, at the end of the day a full monty roast, going to the shops to escape the boredom, wishing my sister a happy birthday we didn't to see her she's a long way away, made apple crumble and my first ever scones, now I'm tired to the bottom of my bones. No sun at all it was constantly grey, so we cooked cooked cooked.

It was that sort of day.