A Place In The Sun
I'm on a dogsitting job, with the delightful little Molly. Who I adore. We've just had our tea and we are watching “A Place In The Sun” on TV.
“A Place In The Sun” is a show, where a presenter takes a buyer to view potential properties they might like to buy, in lovely places like Spain, Italy, South of France and so on.
Bear in mind, I live in England, in social housing, on an ex council estate, and drive a 22 year old car.
I don't wish to complain but …
The utter display of privilege on the screen in front of me is ridiculous. Here are these spoilt rich gits, harping on about how a detached three bedroom house, complete with bedroom balconies and a dining room, a drive for their cars, plus a humungous garden with Mediterranean sea views and a pool, for £154,000 is “a bit dry.”
I want to throw the TV at them.
There are people in the world with real problems and these stuck up wankers are toying with the difficult decision of whether the lack of rain falling into their bloody swimming pool and across the massive garden will be an issue. In Spain. And shock of all shockers, only one of the two bastard bathrooms has a shower in it.
For crying out loud, if it's wet weather and getting soaked you want, stay in bloody England. Build a chuffing summerhouse if you want to be fancy.
While half of us regularly choose between heating and eating, and often don't get to choose either, these absolute nuggets are debating about whether the breakfast bar is big enough to fit the grandkids round when they visit from England.
Rant over. (Almost.)
Wouldn't it be absolutely lovely to be able to up sticks and go and live somewhere sunny? I would love to get a campervan and go off in it, and even more so, to go roaming around Europe looking for a nice place to call home. My life's dream is to own a campervan.
I've lived in four houses on the road where I reside. I've been here well over 33 of my 44 years. Its nice enough but I'm so bored. I would sacrifice a limb for a place in the sun. Any place will do. A cardboard box even. Maybe two cardboard boxes so I could bring my dog. Please someone get me out of here!
Sadly, circumstances have never permitted me to do much more than struggle to cover the bills. Getting a mortgage and buying a house at my age, even if I suddenly earned enough money to get by, would be highly unlikely.
But a girl can dream. Maybe if I write enough, someone will discover my genius, I'll become a Substack bestseller and all my work will go viral, and we can buy a Villa with the proceeds. Maybe.
I see those travel blogs written by tanned, gorgeous twenty somethings and know that particular freedom will likely never be mine. I am openly jealous of them and their lifestyle.
Who wouldn't want to get paid to live in sunglasses and flip flops, permanently surrounded by fairy lights and hand woven, colourful blankets, and take selfies of their perfect faces and figures having a great time all over the world?
But, what I do have at home, my dog, my kids, my partner, are worth more than any sunny abode by the Spanish sea. So I am grateful as I remember not everyone has the things that I have.
Where they are is where I want to be most, at all times. Even more so since the bloke moved in, so now all my favourite people are in one place.
I love coming home, to be attacked by a happily wiggling Scrumperdinger (who knows not her own size,) then to be grunted at by the kids, followed by requests for food from all three, before being offered a coffee by my lovely other half. Those beings, right there, are the centre of my universe no matter where I spend my days and nights.
Molly is looking at me, it's time for walkies. So I'll switch off the wannabe ex-pats whining about the lack of trees in the Spanish garden (which frankly they could plant themselves) and go and enjoy the lush, green, forest up the road with her.
Not so dry here in our woods, is it Mr. and Mrs. Well-Off-And-Moany from Manchester? Hey, HEY.
It goes on … I was about to turn off and leave with Molly when …
I can't actually believe it … The next couple moaned that the local golf course has “too much water.”
I actually give up.
Today's Sub Stats:
No change today, which is great news as it means I haven't lost anyone.
Warm ‘N’ Fuzzies
Freya xx