Just now

I popped out for a fag without a jumper on, and it felt very warm in the sunshine. I enjoyed listening to the peal of bells ringing in the ancient parish church. I don't like the church, but there's something uplifting and joyful about the sound of church bells. They always remind me of the end of the Second World War, that outpouring of jubilation confirming that all those years years of the most terrible strife had finally come to an end. I pondered the idea of every peal of bells in the world ringing simultaneously, and how happy that would sound. Then I remembered that there are so many countries in the world that don't actually have them. And that was that. The bubble burst.