The joy of watching hordes of brats ripping open presents quicker than Father Christmas could pass them around "I don't have to keep the card, check, they come from Father Christmas, not gran
"Faced with a gourmet feast, I could not shrug off that somewhere, suffering and immence loss is happening whilst I slowly warm to catch up stories.
Later, hordes of people in the pool, shrieking toddler, placed on the holding point, announces with a shriek before pissing in the pool, followed by efficient mass evacuation.
Distant phone calls come in, one announcing the birth of a baby.
Today, at work, I'm drawn in to So -and -so died in a car accident, your staff announcing the birth of their son.
Thing is, one day we will all be asked whether we made the most of our oppertunities and do we celebrate life?
Go for it.
