It's warm in here, well, it would be with all of the lagging surrounding the ceiling, walls and floor. Sorry - I really haven't explained myself have I? Well, since I last wrote I've moved into the upstairs flat of the charity shop and because it's so darn cold, I've plugged all of the gaps with unsold clothing. Yes, it's a fire risk, but hey, I'm warm as toast ....
Why have I moved out of the family home? Well, it's all because of Father's new woman, a 'lady' (and I use that term extremely loosely) called Mirabel. Words fail me.
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