There are moments in life that should be treasured. As I’m a bit of a half-empty kinda person, I need to take the time to appreciate these things; to remind myself that the world isn’t all bad.
Things like seeing Maradona celebrating like all the other Argentina fans whenever they scored a goal.
The first bite of a nice crunchy piece of toast smothered in Marmite.
The view of Manhattan from a taxi window after seven hours on an aeroplane.
The cuteness of Billy when he’s doing little dreamy woofs when he’s asleep.
Larry David saying, ‘Pre-taaay, pre-taaay, pre-taaay good.’
Or something as simple as watching a ladybird that’s landed on your arm.
This morning I had one of those moments.
I woke up, saw that it was already gone half past ten and stumbled towards the shower. I was very very tired. I turned the water on, then pissed in the shower (not only does it save time, it also saves the water you’d normally use for flushing. Plus, it’s good to feel the freedom and warmth of having your own urine on your feet; something you’d ordinarily do everything possible to avoid doing).
I got clean, stepped out, grabbed a towel, got rid of most of the excess water, then went and sat on the edge of my bed. Then I flopped back and rested my head on the scrunched-up duvet. Then I slivered myself up completely onto the bed. Then I fell asleep, still damp from the shower. I woke up just before midday, no longer tired, and already clean for the day.
It was beautiful moment. If something better happens to me today, then I’m a very lucky boy.