With a crackle of needle hitting vinyl it was Sunday; Torrential rain and Simon and Garfunkel the soundtrack to my awakening.
It seems like far too much time has passed since Henry and Clare accompanied my once traditional Sunday morning wake up call, so with an excited shift from one side of the bed to the other, they were firmly in my grasp once again.
On October Twelfth 2009, i had the pleasure of meeting the creator of the lovers i base my future on, and with a beaming nervousness i requested she penned my book/bible with her signature.
I remember the night perfectly, and while so much has changed since that date, i am happy in the knowledge that following events and changing feelings leave this manuscript and that date flawlessly and happily preserved within my memory.
Sunday breakfast is certainly a special one, and what with my recent obsession with honey, this one was no exception. A lack of car boot sales in recent weeks has left me a little under the weather, so i felt it was only right to utilise previous buys to house my delicious feast in celebration.
So far there was only one thing missing from this perfect day, and that was the company of my Dearest Dolly. That was soon settled as we shared a wonderful drive from her house to mine; This was the perfect opportunity for us to gossip and catch up in private.
And so ends my favourite day just as it began.
With a crackle of needle on vinyl it was the end to my Sunday, Torrential rain and Simon and Garfunkel the soundtrack to my slumber.