Photocopying. Don’t ask why I am doing this. Stuff of nightmares. I don’t even dare to ask myself why. Because the truth hurts.
Thinking about happy things.
Like pretty flowers with a lovely scent of jasmine, cocoa and vanilla.
A bird with feathers in jewelled shades of blue and green, looking like an evil high priest wearing a magic cloak.
Multi-coloured parrots screeching away. Another little bird in glorious shades of blue, whose fish-scale patterns on its body, I love.
Too bad I didn’t get to see the Birds of Paradise at the Birdpark because they were busy mating…and cannot be distracted.
Yay, it is the last working day of the week tomorrow. A short blistering week.