Strawberry Beds
- Fruity
Sometimes, I think about the house we really wanted. I mean, there were all sorts of reasons why it was completely wrong for us, but superficially...
It was a little two up two down. Beautifully refurbished. The living area was upstairs, and opened out on to a tiered garden, with a little seating area that would be ideal for idle Sunday afternoons, drinking tea, reading, and being annoyed by wildlife. Just up the road was a pub, and just down the road was the Liffey. And it was miles away from anywhere and we'd have had much less flexibility, a tiny kitchen, and no storage space. And we couldn't have got the finances together in time.
Of course, if we'd lived there, we'd never have met our drinking buddy neighbours here. We'd never have had our flat being pimped as a sound stage, appearing in an advert for soap powder, and soon to appear in a drama serial on Irish television.
Maybe if we could have afforded two places, though, we could have had a city pad and a slightly further out of the city weekend retreat?
22 July, 2003
