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I’m well into my first morning back at work after a relaxing week off, making headway through the mountain of emails. So, naturally, foremost on my mind right now is this thought: let’s all just move to Turkey and set up a bed and breakfast in the hills. Ah, but alas, I foresee another decade of this, until the kids have completed their studies and have settled down. Until then, dreams to help us through the day.

But I am quite serious. If I could steer our children — or if they were willing to be steered — then I’d encourage them to contemplate entrepreneurial tourism. They’re both fluently bilingual with a third language in progress. They both much prefer Turkey to here. If they could be content with a modest living and relaxed lifestyle, then it’s almost the perfect venture.

For each of them, a wee complex to manage: a few lodges down in the south for the winter, and a few in the north for the summer. Far more appealing to me that tumbling headfirst into the rat race, to seek promotion after promotion just to keep pace with the cost of living, on and on for forty-five years without end. But, of course, that’s a decision for them alone, when the time is right. They will have their own dreams, just as I have mine.