how to make a sundae...at least, if you are me

begin in bed with william crawley (and the rest of the sunday sequence team!). stumble towards the cafetiere and turn on the grill. have a bacon sandwich and a cup of strong black coffee in the sunshine in your whitewashed back yard to the sound of church bells, interspersed with wind chimes, and gillian welch singing in the lounge. read a book. read a book for longer than you should. write notes in the back in pencil. have a shower. faff around a bit longer and think about leaving the house. leave the house. meet two marvellous people in clements and have an iced moccachino and a giggle and a look at the paper. transfer to botanic park and lie under a big tree trying to stop your skirt from blowing up in the wind while holding a book above your head. strike a superwoman pose. spill your tayto cheese and onion crisps onto the grass and then eat them very quickly, upholding the one minute rule. be amazed by your friend's gymnastic display of flexibility and dexterity. go home via lidl and sit in the back yard with port and chocolate and said friend and talk about all topics great and small. dander towards daytime friends, a dining table and a 500 year old pew. break some bread. drink some wine. talk some more. have a cup of tea in the back yard as the sun sets. search the house for plectrums. sing. sing until your eyes start closing. walk home smiling.