Relativisation

My Monday was displaying early and worrying signs of extreme poxitude*

But a good Samaritan-pigeon put me back on the right track.

My optimism dial is now somewhere between It-could-be-worse-you-could-be-a-flattened-pigeon and mildly melancholic.


* to name but a few: late Dart (as in later-than-usual Dart), rain, lingering smell of rehydrated vintage dog poo typical of wet concrete footpaths following an unusual week long dry spell