My morning started with me blogging darkly about xenophobia and a car crash.Reckoned a walk into town would lift my mood but soon bumped into 11 pigs and then a broken bird whose family were anxiously chirping from above.
As i went to ask a neighbour for a box to put the bird in, the cops arrived as a tourist had had his car broken into and things stolen from his boot.
By the time i returned, only a few minutes later, the bird had found the gutter and died.
I dropped off court documents (involving one of those bad politicians) for printing and aimed my mind for strong coffee in Woodmill Lane.
Unexpectedly, a good mood was found quickly but lost it when a person postponed a meeting with me. Even more strangely, that bugged me more than everything else today. Maybe it’s that tough things can be faced more easily and effectively with the right people for company but reliable, trustworthy people becoming harder and harder to find in my little life in our little town.