Disgusted with city life, Robert looked Simone straight in the eyes as she was getting ready to bring the balcony geraniums inside. Sitting in his “savanna-coloured” faux leather armchair, he could no longer stand the sound of the upstairs neighbour’s heels clicking above his head, nor the bass thumping from the delayed adolescent who, at 28, still lived with his parents across the hallway.
Simone, pack your bag — we’re heading to the countryside!
