Today I went to the allotment and all my tomatoes have died. Yet, it ended up being a good day.
Today I read through my old poems for the first time in years.
Today I fell sick again.
Today was a glorious day. I woke up at 8am to do laundry and then went for a walk in the park.
Today I was ill all day. Poor me.
Today I fell sick, right at the end of Friday, right before the start of the weekends. Boo.
Today I felt depressed for no good reason, and played the guitar till I hurt.
Today I played squash with Gareth.
Today I had fun at the Go club again.
Today the weather was severe. I stayed home and played the guitar all evening.