The Fourth Floor
As I’ve already mentioned, Herb and I share many delusions of grandeur. One of our favourite fantasies – ooh lala – is the fourth floor. The fourth floor appeared when we lived in a bungalow (I’ve just now noticed that I stopped saying bingalow, which is, I must say, a much funnier word). We started putting anything and everything we desired on… the fourth floor. Oh, you should see the indoor pool, you should see the pool table (we like pools), the greenhouse, the music instruments, the giant aquarium, the cats platforms…! Naturally, when we moved, we brought the fourth floor with us. You should have seen the Kid’s face the first time we said we weren’t going to buy him xyz because he had it up there already… while he knew full well we didn’t have any stairs going up to a second floor, let alone a fourth…
