Having three jobs can be a double-edged sword. On the one hand Sunday lunch is a thing of the past as are Mondays nights in front of the telly but on the other hand, on a warm Thursday afternoon in May I get to go to the beach. There is a school of thought that says my life would be far less complicated with just one job, but let me tell you Dear Reader that these are mighty hard to come by on the sunny Isle (well, decently paid ones are at any rate). So, instead of looking longingly out of a latticed attic office window (borrowing heavily from Terry Wogan there) at the warm day, I was doing this…
Well clearly I’m not a seagull, but you get the drift
With mad Molly the Spanish Water Dog
Who likes a swim (funnily enough)
But won’t stay still long enough for you to take a decent photo!
It wasn’t sunny but it was warm. Mrs Folly and I did nearly two hours of walking, ball throwing and chatting. As she says, walks like these ‘keep me real’ and I understand perfectly what she means. Given the choice of going back to my well paid but seriously stressful life in London or being badly paid here on the sunny Isle but with a far better quality of life, well, there is no real choice is there? (I still covet the Manolos, but they’re not much use for walking on sand now are they!)