Have you ever had a moment when you felt happy, just plain happy, for no reason at all? No, you did not win a lottery, you are knee deep in assignments and work, you have months to go before you get to go home, and yet you are just happy? On just another Sunday morning, with a laptop on your lap? And no, it's not even Christmas, or your birthday?
Just happy to be alive, to have the friends and family that you do?
Well, surprise!! That's what I am feeling now. Outside the world goes on, in Piccadilly, the crowd must be rushing on, not stopping to look at the very rare sunny Manchester sky, or admiring the glittery glass Beetham tower. And here I am in my room, munching Nice biscuits and smiling to myself. Happy. To be alive.