But you can't wind back time. You can't freeze-frame it either. Life isn't like a DVD with a selectable menu. Pity. Some scenes I'd choose to stay in for ever and ever. I reckon that's what heaven is. You have the same perfect day over and over again, except that each time it happens, it's like a surprise, you don't know what's going to happen, and that's what makes it perfect. Again and again and again. 'That's like the goldfish theory of heaven,' said Remy laughing that day when I told him my theory (it's an idea I've had since I was a little kid). We were sitting having our picnic by the river, after having had our swim, and more than one kiss, I can tell you, and now we were ravenous, eating up all the sandwiches I'd brought, and the hard-boiled eggs and cold spicy sausage and potato salad he'd brought (a really nice one, with herbs and mustardy vinaigrette, not mayonnaise). We'd started on the fruit and biscuits I had and the remains of his mother's poppyseed cake, and we were feeling pleasantly full and completely happy just talking about this and that and everything.
