Every Tuesday I meet friends for coffee in our little town and we always sit in the window looking across the market square. Because we are such a small town we see many people we know - this morning friend W (who is 94) walked past and came in to join us for a drink too.
But sadly I saw another friend who I haven't seen for a long time. I had heard that he was in the early stages of memory loss. He got out of the car (his wife was driving) and went into the newspaper shop for his paper. He was a shadow of his former self, seemed confused, could only shuffle along and was just generally a very sad figure. And I came home and said to the farmer - just let us keep reminding ourselves that it is today we are here to enjoy, that there is no good to be had from planning too far ahead, we must make the most of every minute.
Sieze the moment - and if either of us is in danger of forgetting it, then it is important that the other one of us makes sure it is at the forefront of our minds again. A moment enjoyed is never wasted.