My Perfect Day

The Glamorous Edition

Petersham Nurseries, Covent Garden/Credit: author’s photo

Many thanks to Lucy King for her latest prompt.

Lucy encouraged us to cap our stories at approximately 200 words. In typical Bonnie fashion, I have failed spectacularly. (Seriously. I have yet to comply with a prompt in its entirety. I always seem to tweak them!)

I agree with Elle Beau. More than one type of perfect day exists.

I’m going with my more, ahem, indulgent perfect day.

I wake up around 9 am in the Corinthia Hotel. I fight the urge to loiter in the luxurious bathroom that is infinitely nicer than my bathroom back home and one of the finest in all of London.

I dress quickly and grab a Cherry Coke a couple of blocks away at the convenience store near Embankment Station. The partly cloudy skies beckon me to the Jubilee Bridge for a quick view of Westminster, the Thames, and other iconic London sights.

I try to suppress my grin — the telltale sign that I’m not a local. But my joy is hard to contain!

I scurry down the other side of the Thames and walk back across the famous Waterloo Bridge. I get a blueberry and granola parfait from EAT and meander over to a quiet bench in Covent Garden just before the shops open.