I had a lovely day yesterday, I had an extremely rare child free day and I met a friend in a pub garden, we drank wine all afternoon in the sun and it was so nice. I spent the rest of the evening feeling fed up that it was all over, I'd looked forward to it for a while. I always get this when I've had a nice time, I almost have to block it out of my head rather than reminisce about how nice it was. What's wrong with me ?!