Just an hour ago, at the Pub, a mate told me that today he moved out of what he calls my "Happy House", which I built 25 years back. The current owners are returning. Many people have talked about it in those terms. I put my heart and soul into building it. Alas, the lady I built it for wandered off. For me, it ceased to be a "Happy House" - it's onlu ¼ mile away, hidden in the bush. I haven't seen it in a decade.

SHIT - I'm not having a good day - but I'm chuffed to know that what I built is still "happy" for others - I won't let myself get "in the pits" Rapaire, but these threads are getting me close.

Cheers - Sam