No Apologies and no Regrets.
Silent Witness. People have asked me many times, “Why on earth did you sell your lovely little house?” I’m not quite sure where to start. Let me see if I can muster a brief synopsis: The year began auspiciously, I quit drinking and then I lost a lawsuit—the sword of Damocles that had been hanging over my head for the past three years—and I was ordered to pay 95,000 euros. That is not the sort of change most people have in their back pocket, so, thinking laterally, I sold my house. I had planned to live out my golden years in that house, but oddly, selling my comfortable, cosy home, and jumping into the unknown, was rather liberating. At the moment, I am trying to negotiate with the couple who sued me. I have appealed the ruling, without much hope of winning. Apparently, it could take about two years to go through the court system, so I thought I could save everybody some time and stress, by offering to pay them now. Now we are sort o...