I did nothing all day, zip, nada, niente. I didn't even get out of bed and walk Sam into the city, I stayed wrapped up in the toasty warm bed clothes. Lovely. Then, I sat on my arse and the day slipped away.
Wsssssssshhhhhhhhh. Gone.
That's what I told Sam when he got home. Woosh. Gone.
"It was like two hours passed as if it had been one. Just like that. I don't know where it went."
"Just like that," he said. He waved his hand through the air as if it was sailing away. He shook his head. "Just don't know."
"Just like that." I made a similar hand gesture. "No idea."
"Beautiful life," Sam says.
Of course, I blame the cold. It was icy this morning, like a zillion microscopic needles stabbing me through my clothes and piecing my skin by a micro millimetre... repeatedly. Yes, it was bloody cold.
"Lovely," says Sam.
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