My routine requires me to leap from my bed of pain and do health-giving exercises before my litre of orange juice. Perhaps “leap” is not the appropriate term at my time of life. If I am honest, it is not unlike a ball of pyjamas falling onto the bedroom floor. But let the record read that at least I make an effort.
If I am honest, and I try to be in these columns in spite of a few people who think I make this stuff up, I am not sure how we would get by here without the miracle of Costco.
I started this column because I wanted to chronicle my almost suicidal journey through the vagaries of buying a condo here in PV. It was only through good luck and the kindness of strangers that I am still standing, albeit slightly more stooped than I once was.
We have returned from our Mexican paradise after three short months to a rainy Victoria and the bosom of my club, the home of homes.
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