I have spent the day thinking things over. I need time sometimes to process and consider; today was one.
I have never been rich, but I have always had enough (if I wanted more than I could afford, I soon found out I did not actually need it anyway). So all this money and the bungalow coming my way is new.
I could go on holiday. Do out the flat. Sell both, and get a bigger place. Buy a car (and learn to drive!). All the things I have never had, but have fancied.
I soon realised though that I have been sat here, thinking about what to do, when I have everything I need here all ready- Kathy and my flat.
I am so lucky; could I actually get any happier? Can money make me happier? I am not so sure.
Yours sincerely
Raymond Williams
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