a cluttered horizon

So the snow has melted and the uk has now nothing to be obsessed about, no hot topics and no new news.
This also means that the temperature has risen somewhat thus allowing me to wear less layers and look like a relatively normal person and not a Canadian mountain type person.
Today I have enjoyed a day off, cleaning sheets and fluffing pillows, expertly spraying room freshener whilst listening to the soundtrack to glee.
I have also managed to not speak to anyone again all day, I shut myself away in my own world at the gym, and pretended to be deaf whilst in the steam room and one of the 'members' said the obligatory "hot isn't it" then I got myself home had a lovely fruit salad and a nap.

Back to glee for a second, is there something wrong with a thirty five year old man feeling such joy (glee?) At watching the damn programme air! Is there anything wrong with feeling empathy? Being moved by the final two episodes? By wiping hot salty tears from my eyes as I listen to 'don't rain on my parade' and 'you can't always get what you want' oh my, and I felt rather inspired I did at one point find myself singing in my bathroom using the remote control as a microphone ( I was singing along to the song from Avatar by LEONA!)
Deep breaths, anyone would think all of this made me rather content and happy? Right?
Well yes actually.
Of course there are things one seeks out on the rather cluttered horizon, cuddles, morning kisses, someone who'll record an album for me, (AND I AM THE SINGER) the chance to eat what you like without worrying about the problems you'll face in later life, a walk on the beach with someone you love and a mutt, collecting sea shells (without feeling like a mentalist) lazy endless days in bed without fearing the bills! The feeling of fresh cotton when you climb into bed at night, a warm open fire in winter and a glass of red wine, for people to never be taken away from us and for life to be lived without fear and regret, to be able to master the art of NEVER analysing yourself life love and work.
Not too much to ask right?
So now I've exhausted myself, I have little else to do now except try to cross my fingers that some of those above mentioned scenarios do come true. If not I'm giving it five more years buying steroids and working out like a beast and becoming a porn star!
Done.