Once upon a time, long, long ago, I lived in a cheap apartment with a cat. Just one cat. My style of living allowed me the freedom to travel to exotic destinations at a moments notice (assuming my valued services could be excused from duty at JFK). My landlady or my very kind next door neighbour were only too happy to babysit the cat.
Those were carefree times when life was so simple I was able to compile my own income tax return. I had no mortgage and utilities were not my responsibility.
Where did I go wrong?…..
For an explanation of this sad query, tune in tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll have time to explain.