DAILY PROMPT: KEEPING UP WITH THE JONES’
Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can. Paint a picture for us.
I’ve thought about this for quite some time – overnight, in fact, except for the bits when I was sleeping – and I can’t come up with a single thing the Joneses have that I hanker after. Maybe I missed the coveting gene, but mostly, I just think I’m monumentally lucky. I’ve got what I want, and I’m grateful for it every day: fantastic family; unit near the beach with a balcony for sitting to look at the sea and the stars; time to write and a computer to do it on; a constant supply of books from the library nearby. And I’m pretty healthy, as well.
Not a lot of money – but what’s to spend it on? Bigger house? There’s only me, and I don’t want more to clean. Champagne and caviar? Don’t like either. Smart new clothes? This is a jeans-and-t shirt lifestyle, and the image gene passed me by as well. A boat? At 70? On my own? And as for the bells and whistles, I’m too busy to clang and blow anyway. My car’s a bit elderly, but it still runs like the proverbial bird – and again, no image gene.
I do buy the (very) occasional lottery ticket, though, which indicates that I do fantasise. I’d love to buy each of my children the house of their choice in the area of their choice. None of them would want House-and-Garden, Vogue-spread mansions – just space for the kids and no mortgage. How good would that be?
But then again, when they get it for themselves, they’ll have that added sense of achievement. And they will, one day.