Alive and happy

Last night I watched a very difficult program on BBC2 called Terry Pratchett: Choosing to die. I was in tears most of the programme when the two featured men reasoned their decisions calmly and rationally. But when it came to their chosen time to die for the one brave gentleman, my tears dried. Respect!

I am so glad I haven't ever had to have made that kind of life or death desicions in my life, at least not yet. But it is comforting to know that there is a place like Dignitas. Each to their own I say!

Also the difficult story line in Emmerdale also has had me bawling my eyes out this past weekend.

So not surprisingly after all the death on telly I woke up this morning and I felt tickled pink happy to be alive. The sun is shining and life IS good!