Well, I have a few strong contenders coming right up:
It could be chatting to the India-girl on the train. She’s over for a few weeks, and it is always joyous to see a friendly face for the first time in a while. Telling her, that yes, interviewing went well, and surprisedly counting the months since doing the interviews.
But surely, true normality must be mentally writing a blog post on the walk home from the train. There’s nothing to quite beat thinking of a lovely little turn of expression. Then spending a good 32 minutes trying to remember what it was once you get home.
Or is it the obligatory panic-attack at having my field of vision rudely interrupted by a dashing young spider? Maybe the thrill of excitement at having been able to control my shakes long enough to get the marble-jar over his head. (And, of course, simultaneously taking good care not to lose any of her marbles.) And then feeling powerfully jelly-like every time I go over to have a sneaky peek. Maybe if I was really ‘normal’ I might pluck up the courage to somehow remove the wee one from my sight instead of just imprisoning him.
But maybe, after all, normality is experienced through the joys of sticking an elbow in my ants latest meal. Somehow, I suspect they enjoy it more than I do!
Ach, its about time I returned from normality… It’s always a pleasant wee visit every once in a while, but I never like to overdo it too much!