A Good Day

A Good Day, according to the standard definition, is a day on which you:

-- have lunch at the little Saturday food market in the square (but the line for coconuts is way too long. Damn.)

-- get the Tube to Outer Wherever for an audition, noticing that even though it's a weekend the Tube is functioning and gets you there on time

-- find that the audition is in a very large, very nice house full of friendly people

-- have a little time beforehand to wander around the garden (pleasant, flowery)

-- sing decently well for people who appear to like it, and have a pleasant chat afterwards

-- on way back to Tube, make friends with a large and playful ginger cat

-- have a smooth journey home, and notice that Help for Heroes is having a bake sale outside the station and cakes are 2 for 1

-- reflect that there's a birthday party tonight and buy ridiculous amounts of cake

-- notice that, improbably, the food market in the square is still going! And now the line for coconuts is much shorter.

-- COCONUT LOVE (this is all fattbuttsheep's fault)

-- prepare to attend mothninja's birthday celebrations, noting that there may well be Bloodshots.

-- Skål för fan!

Edit (some hours later): There were Bloodshots. There were many Bloodshots. So very many. And now there is a very pretty full moon. This is definitely a Good Day.