Someone asked, after the last post, when I had experienced true happiness. This is a difficult question to answer, because I am not sure what true happiness really is. When you are a child, there are many times when you are so happy that you feel you could burst (as many, at least, as there are times when you feel, as a teenager, that the world is about to end – which is a strange kind of natural balance, I guess).
Then there are the first flushes of romance, when you first walk home hand in hand with someone, feeling like you are walking on a cloud.
There are also things such as wedding days (I’ve had three of those), holidays, parties and any number of other events to make you happy.
Last, but not least, there’s the birth of a child. What could make any person happier than that?
I have, been very lucky. As you will discover, all of these wonderful things have happened to me over the course of my life. I’m therefore going to pass on this question, just because I have had so many occasions upon which to be happy, that it is impossible to pick one out.