Well not this morning as it is grey and horrible and bleugh outside but by gum was it a nice morning on Sunday. I start work at 7 on a Sunday morning which to most people is the worst thing in the world but when you wake up at half 6 look outside and see a bright blue sky with no clouds I don't think there's much that can beat that. I even went all the way to walking instead of driving to work, now I'm not gonna lie, it is only a three minute walk but still more often than not I will jump in my car and drive the one minute journey around the corner. So for me to leave the car sat on the drive I think shows how good it was.
I love walking around in the morning, it is one of the only times in the day when it's socially acceptable to greet random people walking passed you. Normally it's head down don't look at them they won't look at you but when I saw a woman walking her dog towards me I couldn't help but keep my head up and then just as we're about to pass each other I hear those magic words coming my way. 'Good morning' she said, 'good morning' I joyfully replied before we passed each other and will probably never see each other again...unless of course she makes a habit of walking her dog at about quarter to 7 when I'm walking to work and we pass each other again. This could be quite likely as I've heard you get into a routine if you have a dog, I don't, I have two cats, but anyway, yes, the chances are we won't see each other again and yet it didn't stop either of us from being polite and dare I say it...being quintessentially British? I don't really mind if you don't agree with that last bit, I just wanted to use the word quintessentially because it is such an awesome word, you should always try to build it into your daily vocabulary...people start to think you are very smart...either that or a bit poncy but I always go with smart. It makes me feel better anyway.
Now since this sparkling and glorious morning we have delved back into the dark ages of winter once again, it is colder, grey-er and downright more bleugh but I still cling onto the hope that each morning when I wake up it might be like that Sunday morning...I can but hope anyway.
Anyhow, anywho, the next time you wake up and it's a really sunny morning then just remember that I'll probably be loving it...unless of course I'm asleep in which case I won't have the foggiest that it's nice until I wake up as well...the basic principles of sleeping before waking really...don't really know where I was going with this...ahh that's right, yes, you can beat a good old sunny morning, it is the perfect cure to a bad mood.
(Apologies for any paragraph long mega-sentences but I get carried away and grammar just sort of flies out of the window. I hope they don't hinder your reading experience too much.)
