There was a Ferrari parked in my work’s parking lot yesterday morning.
After I stopped drooling after the black beauty, I had a giggle – there is no way the owner works in editorial – and a suffered a small twinge of jealousy.
Wouldn’t it be great to be rich?
I am sure the rich have their share of troubles, but I want to be rich – and worry-free – for one weekend.
One weekend of buying what I want simply because it struck my fancy; of stocking my cupboards and freezer with enough great food to keep us fed for months; of going out for breakfast and dinner at our favourite restaurants; and of deciding to go on a trip and jetting off to some destination, bringing my entire family along for the ride.
Someone suggested once you got a taste for that kind of lifestyle, you couldn’t give it up.
I think if I had one weekend of carefree living, I would grab that chance, enjoy every moment and then be content in the life I am leading now.
