A fat kid overdosing on Smarties.

Last week I experienced, yet again a death that was way, way too early. 64 is too early to go. It's not right and it's unfair that some of us get to live to 80 and beyond and yet others are swooped up way before time. It is, however a reminder to us all when someone is taken prematurely that we should always treat each day like it's our last. Well maybe that last statement is a bit over the top. If we treated each day like it was our last then no one would go to work, everyone would be drunk, we would all be making phone calls to tell people what we really think and we would be indulging in our secret fantasies if we could, but I wouldn't be able too because the zoo would probably be shut because all the zoo people would be home because there not going to go to work on their last day. Hmmm, enough said about that! Any way what it really means is that we should try and be really happy, extremely happy, as happy as a fat kid overdosing on smarties. Yep, guess as I draw closer to 50 and closer to the Pearly Gates I am still being given the odd life lesson. Guess you can teach an old dog new tricks after all!