I am not your investment. You cannot buy, or sell, me on the open market.
Our island hideaway: tuis, kingfishers, a grey warbler, milo purring, air jets moving water around the spa, the occasional breath of wind stirring the trees, the pump that brings water to our kitchen + bathroom + laundry, the distant sounds of a sports game in progress, a firecracker. I loathe firecrackers.
Prosecco and supper outside. Two more things to be grateful for.