Living in London has been rewarding for me; especially having my own house with my own yard and trees. While I’m not outdoors-oriented in any way, I do enjoy my yard. I enjoy it in the way a gentleman does, someone else picks up the poo, my mailbox is monitored by my household staff and my guard dog “Bob” keeps out the racoons.
At least I would if I had grounds, staff or a dog named bob.
Instead I get to sit in my house or yard; watch the bluejays and the cardinals in spring, fireflies in summer and chickadees in winter.
It’s not a bad life; to have a nice house in London.