It appears I am moving. An unhinged paranoid schizophrenic friend of mine has been able to persuade an elderly couple that they'd be much happier if they swapped their cozy two bedroom centrally heated bungalow for a drafty room in a poorly run institution.
Alice and Howard: happy about their relocationI will of course need to buy some new curtains, but I can handle that. It's a hassle moving house, but I am looking forward to it. It'll be nice not having a heroine addict a matter of feet away from me at all times and not having two or three hundred screaming wee ones hurtling things at my car will also be a bonus.
So anyway yes..carry on.
So anyway yes..carry on.
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