The day I graduated from university, buying my first flat, my first communion, Christmas with (some of) my family were all some great moments.
But my life has been so un-eventful, or at least so ordinarily busy, that the last split second of bliss that I remember involved a guy.
One hell of a guy.
It was late morning and we were in my bed, bodies entwined, hand on hand, bed-hair, aftersex sweat, watching TV.
I had had an extremely busy week (even by my standards) which I had mostly spent in Prague on business. I had flown right to the UK, attended a gig, gone to work the next day, attended my office xmas party and made it home with just enough time to cook for him and pack.
That Friday morning was my first moment of peace all week.
"I love this" - I said
"Friday mornings?" - he asked
"No. This. You and I. Watching tv. Doing nothing. Naked. In my bed" - I replied