Flight of fancy

Chilling out. I am not sure how you chill out. Me, I like being out and about in the countryside. It’s the main reason why I purchased the house I live in now.

You may be thinking “Erm Ernie it’s in shitty Didcot?” Well it’s actually on the outskirts of Didcot, my garden looks over the the countryside to the Ridgeway (you can Google the Ridgeway).

But the big irony of where I live is? It’s almost directly under the flightpath of London to NYC and Boston flights. I spend most nights stood in the garden looking up at the twinkly lights of the aircraft as they voyage across the night sky. Those who know me definitely know I would love to live in NYC or Boston. I am visiting Boston more because I think that’s where I would actually live. Well I make no secret I really want to live in Boston or near.

It’s a flight of fancy and will probably never happen. It’s a dream, a wish, a want. Dreams sometimes come true. If I can ever pass on advice to anybody who takes the time to read my poorly executed writing is never stop dreaming.