Wednesday, October 9, 2013

worser and worser

So I give grinds to a sweet girl whose family have built their own house since I gave grinds to her sister. They used to live in a fancy pants mcmansion sort of home, and they now live in a Grand Designs modern palace of a house, all white and stone and  glass and garages and stables and god knows what. You know the way? Split levels, huge high ceilings, mod con everything... incredibly impressive, a little bit sterile, you'd kill to own it etc?

Well, today I arrived and peeped into the strangely bare room on the ground floor. Yeah, not a room. THEY HAVE A FUCKING SWIMMING POOL.

I'm scared to tell Olivia. It will only make her misery with our miserable little too small no fun house more pangful. I have to pretend to her that comfort, space and luxury are not everything! No! Even though I WANT A SWIMMING POOL TOO AND IT'S NOT FAIR. 

3 comments:

Catherine said...

Yea, but are they happy ??? ....suppose so..but still, you could go the other way and compare your lot with, well, where to start..still, a fecking swimming pool !

Jo said...

Yeah, it's hard to talk yourself out of the joys of a swimming pool. Also: we're not happy. We'd be a fuck of a lot happier with our own pool though, we can be sure of that!

beth coyote said...

I'd take a swimming pool in my yard, heated of course. Hell yes. As for the rest, the white expanse pristine furniture huge art vaulted ceilings etc. Piffle, I say. Too much to clean and besides, the animals still leave their fur, dead er, birds and rodents and barf on things.