Park without jazz

I took a break and went for a walk in the park. Wish to be in the past for just half an hour. Lunch was made difficult by bad jazz, but there were pretty pencil drawings on the wall that looked like photos, so that made it better. Had 500 million coffees and walked around some more. I like lazy days. Today was not lazy at all; got up early made two dresses; dyed my hair, half the bathroom and half my face; did a bit of knitting; lost photography, found photography; thought about eating, but didn't have time; thought about Brian Cox and Betelgeuse; wrote a bunch of emails; almost fell asleep in the bath again; tidied my tiny room; wrote this