Well, all right, let's not get carried away, but I'm put in mind of what Kurt Vonnegut said about his uncle, in various graduation addresses:
He said that when things were really going well we should be sure to NOTICE it. He was talking about simple occasions, not great victories: maybe drinking lemonade on a hot afternoon in the shade, or smelling the aroma of a nearby bakery; or fishing, and not caring if we catch anything or not, or hearing somebody all alone playing a piano really well in the house next door.Well, yes, and why not? Let's see:
Uncle Alex urged me to say this out loud during such epiphanies: "If this isn't nice, what is?”
Today, I finally got my package of 82 photographs off to Innsbruck, having found exactly the right size of protective polythene wrapper in the Post Office to keep the whole monster assemblage dry. I'd been worried about that.
Today, I had a medical appointment, expecting an unpleasant experience (the last nurse to water-board my ears was a sadist), but had a pleasant one instead. Another worry gone. And I can hear again... What a relief! Then I discovered what I suppose I ought to have known all along: that prescriptions for over 60s, even those in gainful employment, are free. Yes!
And, talking of gainful employment, today I spent a pleasant hour or two passing on the latest installment of my accumulated wisdom of 30 years to a junior member of staff, in anticipation of my retirement later this summer. Few things are as satisfying as realising, yes, I do know something worth knowing about this business, after all, and, for once, I can remember what it is.
Then I discovered, to my astonishment, that -- according to the real, final statement I received today -- all previous quotes of the pension I should expect to receive after August had actually been too low, which had me reaching for the phone in anticipation of a really good argument with the idiot who'd obviously sent someone else's inflated bloody salary to our pension provider, rather than my own. After all, as is universally acknowledged, after a couple of hours of pleasant pontification, a really good rant can set you up nicely for the day. But, instead, once the nature of the situation had been explained to me -- patiently, and several times, as I'm dense when it comes to money matters -- I came off the phone with that glow of benevolent well-being that can only be brought about by the discovery of a couple of ten-pound notes in a coat pocket (one's own, ideally). I may not be rich, but I'm better off than I had expected to be.
So, put it all together, and by lunchtime I was on a natural high that even the insistent downpour could only enhance. I queued for the cash machine in the rain with a song in my heart.
If this isn't nice, I was thinking, what is?
I'll have what she's having, please...