What? Redo a single day in my shambolic life? You’ve got to be kidding!
I mean we’re not talking funny- shambolic here. We’re talking drama and chaos – great whopping swathes of it. Months. Years, in fact!
And who’s to say I’d even pick the one pivotal day that would stop the rest of them? Cacking themselves, they’d be, all those other days – rolling around the floor splitting their sides until I finished this exercise in futility and fell headlong into their waiting arms.
And supposing I did pick the right day – what then? I’d lose everything I’ve got now. And don’t bother saying I wouldn’t miss what I’d never had. Bollocks to that.
I like what I’ve got now.