Never cleaned the kitchen room and wanted to throw the rubbish
away, but when he got to the door, he couldn't step outside.
Nothing magical or anything, it was gray inside his home and it
was far far too green outside today. He couldn't handle it.
It was messin' with his head. Wreckin' his buzz, so to speak.
Something his Da used to say resonated with him today ...
"Some days it's just too nice to be out in the world, son.
Some days the world can go and feck off and stop being so
bleedin' happy with itself."So he just threw the rubbish out. He'd handle it later, maybe.
So he had a nice breakfast #mondaymuffin and sat in his crushed
velvet chair. His Big comfy throne.
Never Pardon's day was off to an uneventful, yet comforting start.