During the past fortnight Auntie Barb has moved into her static caravan, which is sitting, pride of place, on our front hard standing. I can't say that I particularly appreciate the view, but on the plus side, it's meant that she's moved out of the hosue and I can take possession of the front double bedroom once more, thus retaining this one as a den/TV room. Hurrah!
I can't say that Barb's personal habit are pleasant though - the smell eminating from her chemical toilet when she opened the caravan door the other day was enough to fell an ox. Family - who needs 'em?
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