Diary of a dream – part 12

My wife wants me to sell our winehouse and small vineyard. She says it’s a luxury we can no longer afford. 

Having the more astute business brain, I say let’s continue to hope something will turn up and, in the meantime, keep our fingers and toes crossed. 

The car has a cracked windscreen, we’re shopping at Lidl, and she has been forced to wear shoes that have been hibernating in boxes for years. Meanwhile, we...