It is supposed to be the most expensive real estate in the UK, the Sandbanks. It is a place where celebrities and footballers, (cultured footballers only) have their holiday homes.
I arrived at Heathrow at 520 am . The Chauffer was waiting. The Jag glided unintteruppted for an hour and a half to get us to this beautiful boutique hotel, the Harbor Heights.
I told Ellaine, the chauffer, that when I was a student I could only afford to take a bus from Arndale and walk along the sandbanks.
“Neither could we now , sir”, she replied.
I recieved a text message from my buddy, Isaham Rais, inviting to his gig at “no black tie” tonight. My apology was responded with a chiding for the dreadful English weather. I did not tell him that I was going to Sandbanks. A request to introduce me to one of his exploits was not responded.
The sun is shining. 6 deg C. Refreshing. Why retire to Malaysia My Second Home? Cheaper of course, and the firemen and the council employees need to retire somewhere.
After breakfast of smoked kippers here i am trying to do some work. Did I say work??