Little boxes on the hillside

Do you want to be my neighbour?

I look at flats similar in size to my own and reflect how lucky I am. There are only two things wrong with my flat. One is the kitchen. I need to redo it. I meant to redo it in October, but suspect I will now start in November. The other is the lack of a balcony/veranda. However, as it is now October, it will be another six months until I will regret the lack of a balcony/veranda again. Counting my blessings. Yes, so, ok, I’d rather have a villa with two floors and an attic, six bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms, massive kitchen and a library to die for. Even a two-bedroom flat would be nice. But considering what my mortgage and other expenses come to every month, I can’t see how I could do much better in this city. And it seems this city is where I’m staying for a while.

Though the thought of moving to Scotland did occur to me when I had to leave Dufftown on Tuesday.

Voice in my head: Soak up the Sun (or whatever, Sheryl Crow – aargh, go away!)