Despite the fact that my bank account is full (by my standards) after my pension money was transferred on May 1, doing something sensible about it has been more difficult than I've expected. I've pored, by the hour, at estate agents' websites, almost obsessively, but haven't managed to find 'the one', the home I want to live in for what remains of my life. I'm hamstrung, realistically, by the fact that I haven't got quite enough money for the sort of place I really want, particularly in terms of going back to Cornwall, but even the places I could afford all seem to have snags of one sort or another. To make it worse still, I'm not convinced that a place of my own is worth the hassle anyway. A part of me would be happy with staying put, in boring 'domicile-ville', going to the pub and drinking myself to death. After all, I know that I'll never get the thing that I want most, so what's the point?
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B