Sunny Sunday

This space fixes everything that ails me. It is comfort and consolation, it is the gateway to contentment. Contentment, a state worth far more than that glib yippie happiness; you get happy from any old chocolate and kisses, contentment will nourish you. We have never actually been here, nonetheless the picture is reassuringly familiar. We know that the shadows will tango joyfully around us, kissing the hem of your comfy shirt, and there will be no yapping news broadcasts, the only bickering we can hear is birdsong. The sunny floor will be warm under our toes and even the dogs will woof in effortless harmony.

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