Well, I have become resigned to the fact that I am basically going to be a city dog, and that's fine, that's quite OK with me, so long as I am taken out at weekends for long and adventurous country walks. Which I often am.
However, my visit to Diane and Bunty's residence last week brought home the fact that I live in neither the grandest nor the prettiest house in this part of Aberdeen. This doesn't seem right, does it?
So now that I am feeling much bouncier again, but am still not allowed to fraternise with my pals in the park on account of my cough, I have been out and about in the local neighbourhood, looking for an upgrade.
Do you not think this impressive corner residence would suit me well?
Of course it would be nice to have a place with columns,
and a pleasingly curvaceous end.
Or how about some interesting window detail?
Maybe a Flemish style frontage?
Oh look, this one's actually for sale.
Gail is making such petty objections. Like that she has no need of a gym when she has me. And that 'offers over £700,000' is rather a lot of money....
Well if we can't have a bigger house, why not a prettier one?
I quite like these cottage style homes.
Especially the ones with colourful front gardens.
Or what about this? It might be cheaper 'cos the windows are in need of repair.
Yes, come to think about it, if only Gail would buy a big old house to renovate. That would be such fun. I'm fantasizing about a constant stream of workmen feeding me jaffa cakes, just like my blog pal Wilfy in France.
Oh, Gail is saying she is not sure that Wilf's blog is the greatest ever advert for the joys of renovating an old house.....
And I am being asked what exactly is wrong with our own home anyway? Is it not comfortable, solidly built of Aberdeen granite, the right size, in a quiet yet convenient location, surrounded by kind and friendly neighbours, just perfect for us in fact?
Well yes, you know, put like that, I guess I don't want to move after all.