What is ? (your ideal life)


Having lots of money so that I can just do what I want when I want.

Always thought it was odd that airline magazines have these travel stories in them which try to get you to visit a country that you aren't going to.
It's as if they think all travellers are going to get off the plane and think, "Right, what am I doing now!"

So I'd like to be that sort of person, travelling light, just buying and discarding stuff as I need it.

I'd travel to all the major sporting events, Grand Prixs, Tennis, Golf, Superbowls etc.
Go to loads of gigs all round the world.
Spend loads of time in theatres.
Stay in the best hotels and travel first class everywhere I go.

I can just imagine asking the wife what she fancies doing today.
"Dunno, pop down to London, stay at the Ritz, pop over to New York, bit of shopping, catch a Nicks game, few rounds of golf and a few days in the spa?"
"Yeah, sounds good, give the PA a buzz and ask her to sort it out will ya, champion"
 
Living by one of the italian lakes for me. Nice little stroll on a morning before it's too hot, a little siesta, few afternoon beers in a local bar then back home to sit on the balcony admiring the view. No mags in sight. Perfetto!
 
The aim for us is Poland. Buy a small apartment in Krakow and split our time between there and home. Sitting on the square or in Kazimierz getting full of Zywiec watching the world go by.
 
I'd like to live in the Beach House from Grace & Frankie except not in America...

Anyone thinking of smallholding / sustainable living / animal rescue etc I live on one and it's hard graft... Most of the wages from my part time job go on vets bills and I have permanent backache from the gardening (but the trade-off is I have my own forest and my house is in the middle of it)
Me too.The vets bills with three rescue dogs, two of them ageing means some quiet nights in at the moment and today I was getting logs cut for the next fire season. It's amazing how little when you chop a huge branch up will transfer to maybe a days firewood at best.
And just like you I have , well not a forest but an olive grove and my back hurts but it's all a blessing.
 
Same as now, but with a few more quid.
I'm a simple soul really.
It's pre-covid since I travelled further than Malaga , about 70 miles away, and that was a day trip.
Just spent the time on the land, barely going into the village, declining invites for pissed-up, ex-pat, dinner-parties.
Dug and tilled, pruned and felled, planted,weeded and brought in the harvests.
Lived a life of solitude and silence.
And in 2 weeks time i've been persuaded to have a weekend in Madrid.
And I'm profoundly deaf and I've just spent 4 K on hearing aides that when I tried them on and it was like a blind man seeing, I became tangled footed and fell, overcome with all the stimululus of a busy Ronda street.
I pick the aids up next week and then head off to Madrid.
I don't know whether to be elated or terrified.
But I think I'll be glad to get back to the olive grove.
 
I always wanted to live life like in the Persuaders, early 70's glamour, drinking champaign out of coupe glasses not flutes, travelling round Europe (especially the South of France) attending groovy parties and glamorous film premiers. Not so bothered about the getting shot at bit but I'd definately raise a sardonic eyebrow occasionally
 
Bob Dylan apparently said:
“A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do”
That would do me.
I think the first bit and the last bit are ok and practically a given, it's the middle bit that can prove difficult (typed this bit of wisdom whilst raising a sardonic eyebrow)
 

Back
Top