Normally for me it's that moment of complete panic as one comes close to total suffocation due to a Persian cat (waiting for his breakfast) lying across my air passages. (Ah yes...they do work out the best ways of realising their priorities...)

After I've recomposed myself, caught my breath, spat out the cat hairs and taken my medication, I may reflect gently on a piece of O'Carolan or Rory Dall while keeping one ear on BBC Radio 4's "Today" programme.

All the best,

mooman