The photo below shows the antithesis of a perfect day. Coming back from retrieving a coffee and a mushroom toastie yesterday, I watched as the kamikaze towie came up in front of a random red Mercedes SUV, and worked quickly to scurry the offending car away. The owners will need to pay $361 to get the car out of the clink which is based somewhere in Collingwood. I'm sure the owner of that $150,000 vehicle would be really happy to come back to find it not where he left it. Serves him right for not reading the signs.
Not a perfect day at all.
I've had Little Heroes, One Perfect Day* in my head for most of the day.
For what is a perfect day?
One perfect day,
We'll be out walking
Something is calling me
Oh Oh
Okay, so maybe I've not had a great week at work. Maybe I wanted to be out walking instead of nursing a jacked knee. And it was windy today - I don't like walking in the wind. And nobody is calling me. I've been in crappy, bloody meetings all day.
This perfect day
I can't stop thinking
Are you over there
Are you happy there
Oh, this is why this song is going through my head. I reckon if I had access to a British Passport I'd still be over there. We had a bit of a Blackadder day and I get nostalgic when we have Blackadder days (when the team keep sharing their favourite Blackadder clips to liven up boring meetings in the background). Blackadder makes me happy. English comedy makes me happy.
And tell me
If it's still raining there in England
It always rains in bloody England. That's what happens over there. Gives the Poms something to complain about.
And tell me what you did last night
And tell me
If it's still raining there in England
The pictures are so hard to come by
If you ever come back just drop by
One perfect day,
One perfect day,
One perfect day,
Ah, we're getting to the crux of the matter. It's Friday night, I'm slightly squiffy thanks to a head-blasting coffee negroni, thanks in part to four'o'clock drinks and the knowledge you can't have people over. Yeah, I think this is a pseudo-lockdown glitch. I'd like to be doing something. I'd like to be out. I'd like to be with people, but this is not meant to be. Maybe I can get in fish and chips and chat up the Uber Eats person.
One perfect day,
I'll get your telegram
And you'll be calling me
Oh Oh
Telegrams Pfft. When was the last time anybody sent a telegram? This song has dated. Mind you, singing, I got your email or text loses all the romance. Maybe it should say aerogram. Remember them?
This perfect day
I can't stop thinking
Are you over there?
Are you happy there?
Seriously, is anybody really happy in England I ask this and all the English people I know seem to me to be bloody miserable. I mean, wouldn't you be miserable if Boris Johnson was your Prime minister?
And tell me
If it's still raining there in England
And did the government call last night?
Why is the government calling? How to ruin a good song, much.
And tell me
If it's still raining there in England
Adventures are so hard to come by
If you ever come back just drop by,
One perfect day....
Yes, adventures are so hard to come by. And I feel like an adventure, particularly after this coffee negroni, which may be the reason why I don't get a lot of sleep tonight, but hey, these things happen.
Strangely, this song has been around since I was 14. I loved it back then.
And I love it now.
But tonight's adventures will involve cleaning out the cat's litter tray, ordering in fish and chips because the said coffee negroni has left me incapable of driving for a while and thinking about what a perfect day would be like for my novel's protagonist. Because this all came from a Post It on my novel's planning board and I really can't tell you what a perfect day looks like.
And I'm not how I feel about this.
(Sorry, this call comes from the gin - shouldn't write and drink).
* Lyrics, One Perfect Day, Little Heroes, 1982
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