Some days tumble forward with the grace of a well-rehearsed dance. Other days—like today—stumble, trip, spin twice for no reason, and land in a heap of peculiar moments that somehow still form a story. I began the morning by confidently reaching for my glasses, only to realise I was already wearing them. A strong omen for the chaos ahead.
With blurry certainty defeated, I wandered to my desk and opened my laptop. There, staring back like overly enthusiastic digital companions, were my ever-present tabs: Roof Cleaning Belfast
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. I genuinely don’t know how they get there. I suspect they open themselves for moral support.
Thinking fresh air might reset my brain, I stepped outside with the intention of taking a short walk. Instead, I became distracted by a cloud that looked shockingly similar to a goose wearing a top hat. I watched it drift for far longer than any adult should reasonably admit. By the time the goose-hat cloud dissolved, I had completely forgotten why I stepped outside at all and returned indoors as though completing a side quest with no reward.
Back at my desk, I tried to write something meaningful, but my attention span behaved like a hyperactive puppy. One moment I was typing confidently, the next I found myself pondering why remote controls only vanish when the show you want to watch is finally getting interesting. This train of thought inevitably derailed into wondering who decided carrots should be orange and why almost every kitchen drawer contains at least one completely mysterious key.
In an attempt to regain some semblance of order, I began tidying a small shelf. Naturally, this led to discovering a box filled with things I do not recall ever owning: a glow stick, a wooden spoon with a face drawn on it, a single roller skate, and a postcard signed by someone named “B.” I do not know a “B.” The glow stick, however, still worked—so obviously I spent the next two minutes waving it dramatically like I was summoning ancient spirits.
Needing a moment of calm, I made myself a cup of tea. Then I forgot about it. Then I reheated it. Then I forgot again. Eventually, I drank it lukewarm out of principle. My laptop screen had gone dark from inactivity, but once it woke up, there they were again—my persistent digital cheerleaders: Roof Cleaning Belfast
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. At this point, I’m convinced they’re part of my personality.
As the day drifted toward evening, I reflected on how strangely charming the randomness had been. Nothing monumental happened, yet every moment felt like a tiny, delightful glitch in the simulation. And honestly? Those are the days that tend to stick with me the most.