Today should have been a great day - I had the whole day free to paint, write and get a couple of household chores done. All that went to shit when someone started drilling (someone must be doing renovation work) but the walls are paper thin in Hong Kong - so there was just no hope of me getting any writing done. I tried to turn the music up loud and paint a bit. My hand were not listening to me and just generally screwing things up - so after pushing through to a point where I am not angry with my painting, I stopped that too.
I did start some of the house chores, but the drilling and the loud music gave me a head ache. So instead I left the house and went to the library. The day started looking up. The walk to the library is through an enjoyable park, so I took my time getting there. Libraries in Hong Kong leave much to be desired in the English section - but beggars can't be choosers so I chose some poetry compilations and a non-fiction book by Stephen King and sat down. I found out that I rather enjoy W H Auden and I will have to read more of him.
After a couple enjoyable hours in the library it was too freaking cold (because even though the weather is perfect outside people insist on blasting the AC inside). So I left and began my walk through the park. I was talking to my husband about my crappy day -when some sparrow must have said "actually this is a crappy day!" - then I felt something drop on my shoulder. I automatically thought it was a leaf of a bug so I reached up to my shoulder to swat it away. When my hand touched my shoulder I realised that my hand was warm - which leaves and bugs are not....shit. Some freaking sparrow shat on me!
I hung up on my husband and tried to grab some leaves from various bushes nearby to wipe some of it off. One of two people who didn't have much to do decided to stare at the crazy lady tearing the bushes apart. I honestly thought one of them was going to tell me not to destroy the wildlife - I would have flipped then - but thankfully no one said anything even if they did continue to stare.
The whole walk home I felt like I smelled really bad and the smell was getting worse and worse. It didn't really, I was walking by a construction site which always seems to smell like poo. By the time I got back to my flat I was basically striping the shirt off in the hallway and in the shower before the front door was shut.
The day has to get better from here right?!!
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