Nothing is perfect

I said to my husband, I’d like to take one of the white roses, he said I pick one. So in it came in a vase, I really didn’t notice how scabby it was until I looked close (like lots of things in this life.
Then I sat outside on the patio for a while but in the warmth my foot was swelling. So hubby to the rescue, nobody can see the Tile adhesive mixing bucket, he put cold water straight out of the tap, oh my word -it was so refreshing and my foot was later able to fit into my Sketcher’s so all in all the 2nd half of my perfectly - imperfect blip.