Not quite as bad as that yet, Ray, but it does take me a helluva lot of time to do domestic because I am not the most organized of people that I know… and it always keeps on building up: got a wooden shutter taken away for repair yesterday (window, not camera), and to my utter amazement, the joiner brought it back, fixed, this morning. And it started to rain. So, I have the shutter sitting in the office because I can’t hang bare wood outside; I now have to seal it and then paint several layers of nogal varnish over it in order to match thirty years of annual applications of said joy. Then, when that’s done, it needs to be further sealed with a coat or two of marine varnish. Varnish takes at least a day between coats; this simple job could easily consume more than a week! You perceive the domestic distractions?
That's exactly what I mean, Rob. When one is young and energetic, such menial tasks are no problem. Sometimes they might even be a novelty and an interesting challenge.
However, as one gets older, and with repetition, the novelty wears off and the tasks can become tedious chores that take up too much of the valuable remaining time one has on this earth.
When I travel overseas, I prefer to stay in serviced apartments rather than hotel rooms because they are generally better value and more spacious, usually featuring a separate bedroom and a reasonably large living/dining area with small kitchen.
With buffet-style breakfast included, which becomes the main meal of the day, I feel a wonderful sense of liberation from tedious chores.
As for the excitement of living in the Far East: didn’t you note what happened to the photographer and general in Apocalypse Now?
I hope, Rob, that I am always able to distinguish between fiction and reality.