How many people have I met who have told me about the book they have been planning to write but have never yet found the time? Far too many. This is Life, all right, but we do treat it like a rehearsal and, unhappily, we do miss so many of its best moments. We take jobs to stay alive and provide homes for our families, always making ourselves believe that this style of life is only a temporary state of affairs along the road to what we really want to do. Then, at 60 or 65, we are suddenly given a clock and several grandchildren and we look back and realize that all those years waiting for Real Life to come along were in fact real life. In America they have a saying much laughedat by the English: "Have a nice day." They speak slowly and seriously in their shops, hotels and sandwich bars. I think it is a wonderful phrase, making us remember, in effect, to enjoy the moment: to value this very day. How often do we say to ourselves "I'll take up horse-riding(or golf, or sailing)as soon as I get a greater job." But only to do none of those things when we do get the higher position. When I first became a reporter I knew a man who gave up a very well-paid respectable job at Daily Telegraph to go and work for a small weekly newspaper. At the time I was surprised by his decision: Why was he in this completely abnormal mental  state? How could anyone _ Fleet Street in central London for a small area in the countryside? I wanted to know. Now when I am a little older and possibly wiser, I see the sense in it. In Fleet Street the man was under continuous pressure. He lived in all unattractive London suburb and he spent much of his life sitting on Southern Region trains to and back from his work. The man who worked at Daily Telegraph left this job because he was  _  .
under too much pressure in an abnormal mental state not well-paid not respected