There is a freckle. It lives on the inside of my middle finger, right hand. It has been there for as long as I can remember and I don’t even know the first time I became aware of it. Despite being there for all to see, I’m pretty sure there’s no one on this planet…

  The first wall goes up easily. A wall turns into a room. A room turns into a house. Wallpaper up and a wooden floor down, the stylish furniture goes in. A bed, a sofa, a TV, a coffee machine. Sun shining, pink blossom trees get planted around the poolside without a single bead of…