As you may or may not be aware, but I’ve been having a bit of a time lately. Today it got just a little bit worse. But I’m still smiling.
First I got an email from my ex (forwarded) telling me a acquaintance from the alpaca industry had passed away at the weekend. This dear man was the victim of a rather nasty cancer that could have picked far more deserving people. E. was a regular church goer, a devoted husband to his lovely wife P. and a dotting father to 16 year old L. He couldn’t do enough for other and he was always there to help, advice or just be a shoulder to cry on. He also had one of the most wicked sense or humours I have come across in many years.
Then came another email. It was from the real estate agent. Apparently my landlord wants to renovate. I have 60 days to get out.
Dude, you have to move, that SUCKS. Any idea where to go? Maybe closer to the uni. How about Chippendale... maybe my flat's still empty!
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