WEEKEND IN THE CAPITAL
We are perched in a high-rise building with a glimpse of the sea. Through the binoculars I see people in the building across the way, with headphones on, talking – people in cubicles, staring at screens. I notice one of the computer screens looks like the colour of my tax return. That’s interesting. “We are staying next door to the Inland Revenue,” I say to Rick.
“I should have brought my tax return with me. I could have dropped it off,” he replies. He’d just mailed his return as we left the village.
Between two high-rise office towers I spot two cute little buildings with pitched roofs. “One
