I think I have found my perfect home. And I’ve decided that my perfect life will be spent in an old house with wooden floorboards, lots of windows and a vast kitchen, someplace where the ocean is so close I could dip my toes in it in the mornings.

It is drizzling outside and I’ve left my windows open so the smell of the rain can seep in, the upstairs neighbours are playing an array of good and bad music much too loudly through the celing, and I am falling asleep to the sound of Foy Vance’s Billie Jean.

Yoga bright and early tomorrow morning.