Shiny Happy People

After a dull and rather disappointing week-end, I’ve just had one of those all-to-rare ‘isn’t life wonderful!’ moments.

It’s hard to describe the emotion without sounding mawkish or sentimental.

But something about watching the young guys and gals playing table football while I ate my lunch in the rec room and half watched MTV over the new Richard Ford novel suddenly made me feel very happy.

Perhaps the protagonist Frank Bascombe (one of the nicest guys in American Lit) influenced me or maybe it was just the warmth of the room and its people.