Sunday Morning's

There I was sitting out on the balcony with my hot chocolate, hot bread and butter and media player having something to say about me remembering and you forgetting while I checked mail in my own little world this morning, when I suddenly realised that I have developed a routine that I follow without fail every Sunday morning.
Wake up
Tidy up
Bubble bath
Across to the city for hot bread
Hot chocolate and Hot bread on the balcony
Bike watching
Peace and quiet
ALONE
Yep it turns out that over the last few months I have developed a no variation timetable for sunday mornings and sundays in general which I have only broken twice since I started, once for a death and the other, well lets just say thats a Sunday I really wish I had stuck to my routine.
It's strange to think that a cocky comment tossed at someone as they left me one random sunday morning has lead to the most comforting, hope filled part of my week.
So yes this routine hating, unpredictablity loving girl has become a creature of habit.
Well on Sunday mornings anyway:)