Holed up, or Hulled up. I would like to put in my request for an outside cabin suite, with a balcony. Oh! And one fresh pineapple served to my suite every morning. Not asking much now, am I.
I believe there are important tools needed for your goal: one hammock, one remote control, a refrigerator that ejects bottles of beer across the room (so you don't have to get up out of the chair mind you), a dog that fetches your slippers, and a self-propelled vacuum. Et Voila. You will be living the life of Riley.
Mortimor...this reminds me of a guy I used to date. He was a motorbike racer in his teens and twenties, had sponsors, the whole bit. He had little bits of gravel embedded in his cheek. When we kissed, I could actually feel them.
"This is Major Tommette to ground control, I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today Here am I floatin' 'round my tin can far above the world Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do..."
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You are still young. Never say never!