I bought a book recently. It's called Undomestic Goddess.

It's all about a successful London lawyer who ran off to the countryside to be a domestic help. She didnt know wheat from flour. Neither does she have any idea about cotton, silk, satin and chiffon. Yet she found herself after forgoing a 500perhour job for a 40perhour job.

I wish I have a place to run off to and find myself after each fiaso. I wish I were a domestic help who found her love in a wide arc of garden. I wish I can be a chef and curtsey to my M'am as she dictate the menu.

I also wish I can dig a hole six feet under.
Lie there forever.
& just forget the world.