So that’s it. I now live in the best house in the visible universe. It is called “The House by the Sea.” I would like to have a Gaelic name but Google translate doesn’t do Gaelic. Must be “Tir na something.” If there are any Gaelic speakers out there – er you know.
It is brand new and packed with gizmos as only the Japanese could think up. I will do a series of blogs on the aforementioned. The essential quality is its proximity to the East China Sea, which nearly comes into the front room.
I spend the weekend unpacking. This I enjoy, fitting old stuff into new setting.
I have been sleeping on the floor with a futon and a tatami mat between me and the cold, cold ground for the last 2 years. This I have very much enjoyed. However, due to size of bedrooms, proximity to bathroom, heaving beds upstairs and other pragmatics, I will now try sleeping in a bed.
I take a break from the set up and stroll along my backyard.
I pick up shells.
I could stumble along beaches picking up shells for the rest of my life. How can I go back to work?