A grand day sure

 Today was a good day

I got to see my father for the first time in 7 weeks. He was in great form which meant I was in great form. Burgers were munched in front of this lovely vista as we caught up on nearly 50 days worth of shite talk.

On the way home I won a tenner which covered half the cost of lunch. Always a nice thing to happen.

For the day that's in it a trio of pancakes were demolished this evening avec maple syrup and cream. The regret was instant but the taste was mighty.

And now to ease my passing into the next life courtesy of an extreme sugar high I'll be zoning out to the sounds of Beat Takeshi telling his 42 students to kill each other or die.

Now that's how to have a nice day in a covid age. Burp.