The BuilderBack in my apartment, I gave my rocky memento pride of place on the living room's single shelf, between the television and a white, urn-shaped vase, arranging the rock in various positions until I was satisfied it displayed its best face.
Around dinner time, I threw together a cheese omelette and salad. After eating, I soaked in the ambience of the modern, rectangular space, with its clean, streamlined feel.
I felt somewhat stunned. There I sat, having left the only career I had ever known, sold the only house I had ever owned and moved to an island where I had no family or friends, to embark on a major restoration project. Had I taken on too much? It was not a thought I was prepared to give shrift. I was tired from the travelling, that was all, and fatigue was colouring my th
