Yes, I know I never blog any more, but there you go - an oversight on my part. I am back, well, by popular demand if truth be told. So, what's happening I've no doubt you're wondering and you're right to. Well, I am still living in a flat, but I've moved further down the parade to an 'apartment' over the charity shop if you really want to know?
Mother's still living out of the area: she's moved to Bournemouth and runs an 'alternative' B&B for 'discerning customers' and by those, she means naturists. I haven't a clue why, I mean she was reluctant to remove her vest until May when we all lived together, but they say divorce changes things.
Father's still an inpatient in the home for human earthworms and it doesn't seem as though he'll ever be released. He escaped three months ago and slithered across an ice rink before he was netted and returned to a padded tank.
Eleanor - well, there's another story. I'll speak to her and ask her to update you.
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