Housing

I never had a tree house as a child, so seeing this sweet type, on the right, I had visions of the future. The nearest I came was buying Alistair a plastic house, here seen in the garden in PJ when we were still in Malaysia, and a favourite spot for one of our many cats. It was not until we came to the Phils that we went wholly overboard for dogs.

This house was a reward for a quite young Alistair being so good while I was having my first major emergency operation cutting out great lengths of my bowel.
Our house in UK had its points but was perhaps a shade exhibitionist for a quiet lad like myself, and also not really suited to the old guy that I am now.
So I planned that one of our houses here would really display all those things I had dreamt of and would also be a trifle showy, and it should have been as on the left.
Well, unfortunately the cost was prohibitive so a cost cutting exercise was set into place still giving a real approach to my dreams.
But as time went on I realised that even this was beyond me and we finally had to settle for something rather less than my dream and yet it has the advantage that I am living like many others and so not being elitist or asking the butler to warm the sea.