The Feel Good Factor

Some Sundays it's just about feeling good. You know, you wake up and the temperature gauge shows minus nine but you do not care... because you are curled up near Miss Magnificent and downstairs a lovely French breakfast is ready and waiting. Brioches (sans gluten) couvertes de nutella et the' a l'anglaise.... phenomenale. Then it's TV all day and absorbing the news in the meantime as the sun plays games with the icicles outside.

Then you hear that the invincibles crash three nil to Del Duca Ascoli (later discovered that they pulled two back) who last made history when they signed on Maradona's half brother for a trial and you understand that today it has to be good. You come across someone trying his attempt at humour on the net (raus! raus!) and it brings a smile to your face... progress made in that quarter too! Meanwhile back home you read that the reds have it and a beaming Mr Muscat is glad that Bubaqra now lies in the hands of the Ghaqda Nisa Socjalisti. And you smile because you notice that for the first time you just can't push yourself to care.

You are busy immersed in the wonderful roti d' epaule d'agneau en gingembre et miel, accompanied with heavenly oven potatoes and a salad of black tomatoes and strawberries in balsamic vinegar. A quick visit to the Miss Magnificent's sis at St Julien des Metz and a game of Need for Speed on Christoph's Xbox... morale still flying high. Don't know what it is about this feel good factor on a lazy Sunday afternoon but it's wonderful. I fall asleep on the drive home and the lull of the drive and coocooning feeling of the car is incredible.

Xitan's welcoming leap into my arms or the warm PG tip tea I am drinking that tastes like a drink for the gods... and as the Proclaimers ring out "500 miles" on my iTune player I really begin to believe that life is what you make of it... keep smiling guys... we only live once (and Juve can even lose to Berluskas boys - because THEY are Berluskas we are Agnelli's you see Twan? - I don't give a damn... coz life is beautiful!)

Proclaimers - 500 Miles

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.

If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.
And if I haver, yeah I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm walkin, yes I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who's walkin hard for you.
And when the money, comes in for the work I do,
I'll pass almost every penny on to you.

When I come home, (when i come home) oh I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you.
And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walkes 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la

When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man whose lonely without you.
And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream,
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.

When I go out, (when i go out) well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
and when I come home, (when i come home) yes I know I'm gonna
be,
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you,
I'm gonna be the man whose comin' home with you.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
lika lika lika lika lika la, la, la

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your do-o-or