I love living alone. I can strip down to my undies, tempature permitting. I've stopped that, for the winter because it was getting too cold for me to do that. Now I wear shorts/boxers and a T-shirt. If I get too cold, I put some long sleves on, but keep wearing shorts.
I can wear my England stuff, all I want, and I won't get any grief from my strictly Canadian family members. I can fill my whole flat wiv me Routemaster replicas, and the only person that I'll have to answer that one to, is myself. I can allow myself to wear protective Pull-ups, when I feel that I need them, when I'm on my cycle, or if I have a bad Flu. I have a choice between watching Disney, and The Sunday Night Sex Show, and sometimes I switch back and forth. I can mourn the loss my my Routies, or celebrate by having Gin, four nights a week. I can STARE at me Routies, all I want. It's wonderful.