My Sunday felt strangely disappointing. I had a lovely day planned: sleeping in, followed by brunch with The Sweetie, then treasure hunting at Aberfoyle Antique Market. It should have been a glorious day.

Instead I woke up feeling tired despite sleeping late. My neck was achy, still not fully recovered from my unfortunate boogie boarding accident (damn you Cameron Diaz!)  and it was cool and overcast. Breakfast was merely okay and the antique show left me feeling lukewarm. Overall I felt meh at best.

Luckily a lackluster day was rescued by Tim Hortons. We stopped for a coffee on the way back from Aberfoyle, and had the freshest Boston Cream donut I have ever tasted. Ever. The counter girl couldn’t even put it in a bag because the icing was still warm and would have stuck to the paper. We sat at a small table surrounded by elderly couples out for their Sunday donut and coffee and practically swallowed our donuts whole. So soft, so gooey, so delightful. We could barely contain ourselves and were positively giddy with sugary creamy goodness. We immediately ordered another round. Usually The Sweetie tries to be the voice of reason but this time he was a willing partner in gluttony. We gobbled up our next donut with as much vigour as the first and finished with a sticky fingered high five.

Sometimes the smallest thing can turn a day around.

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