Admin is cold, damp, chesty and fed up, lacking oomph and zip. His get up and go has gone. Lacking Vitamin D, heat and light in what must be the wettest, windiest, most miserable of miserable summers global warming has yet visited on his home city, he has gone here for a few days, to look for an apartment with the idea of buying a place where he can hide from England’s increasingly frightful weather.
When I told my brother I was thinking of doing this, I was urged on my mission with a rare level of desperation from my usually taciturn sibling. ‘How badly do you need me to get a place abroad?’ I asked. To which he replied, ‘Sell a kidney.’
I shall be blogging, though.