A Sunday to Start March

March started grey and wet.

March started this morning. January had been grey and wet, February had been grey and wet. March started grey and wet.

I woke up relatively late around nine, maybe after, I don’t quite remember. Pippa and I had planned to run this morning. We both idled in bed procrastinating. Don’t get me wrong, we still wanted to run, but we also didn’t. You know how it is. Eventually we got ourselves up, dressed and out the door.

The run was fine. I ran slow and easy, not in the mood to push it. I enjoyed looking at the houses as I passed them by. They were the same houses I always saw when out for a walk or a run, but I’ve always liked looking at houses. I like to take note of their character, some are idyllic with growing plants scaling their walls and nicely planted front gardens. Others look like crack dens. If by chance they have no net curtains and I can catch a glimpse of an inside room, I extrapolate the information and try to imagine what the rest of their house looks like. I like to imagine if it’s cozy in the evening, who lives there, what they do and what their lives are like. Anyway, the run was fine, we ran four kilometers.

We got home, I rested in the armchair for a while. Pippa got on with making the breakfast, scrambled eggs. She usually makes fried because that’s my favourite, though I really don’t mind. She made scrambled today since she really fancied it. I seasoned mine with a garbled assortment of chives, pepper, far too much salt and some bagel seasoning mix. I have no idea what the bagel seasoning mix contains, but its good. I also made a pot of tea. Tea from pots is better than tea not from pots, I don’t know why.

We had a nice breakfast, mine tasted great. I’m sure to someone with a delicate palette and a keen interest in all things tasty, it would have been awful. We had a nice chat, and when we were done I drank my tea and started out at the back garden. It was in a bit of a state. That was spring’s problem, and the grey was telling me that was still quite some time away.

Next we needed to clean the house. One of those weekly cleans where you do a lot of cleaning. We wanted to do the clean, but we also didn’t. You know how it is. We devised different ways to split up the cleaning responsibilities, in a jovial way. Each iteration was more ludicrous than the last, and left the other party doing an increasingly larger proportion of the cleaning. The conversation was hilarious to us. I’m sure it would have been dumb to anyone else, so I’ll spare you the details.

Anyway the cleaning got done. Pippa made a bit of mustard gas in the bathroom. She loves to do that, lives on the edge. It felt good once it was done. It was the first hour of the afternoon, the house was fresh and clean, and we had the rest of the day to ourselves.

I started reading this Oxford grammar book I have. I’m trying to understand grammar better, you see, or at least get a basic understanding of it; I’m not very good at it as you can probably tell. The book is really complicated. My brother recommended it, he's really good at this writing stuff. He’s really good at a lot of stuff really. Anyway, I gave up on the book for the moment. I have this other collins book about grammar. It’s a lot more simple so I thought I’d start there and then move on. I find it really interesting, although I’m sure most people wouldn’t.

Whilst I did all my reading, Pippa edited some videos for social media. The videos are of her photography. She’s getting a pretty decent following, and some of her videos have viewing numbers that boggle my mind. She deserves it of course. She’s super talented at photography, everyone says so.
I’m not sure what I did for the rest of the day; Probably had a pretty relaxing evening with undertones of dread about working on Monday. That’s how Sundays usually go. You know how it is.