Up in the air

My mind is once again a confusing, clouded whirl of wispiness.
I’m trying to take it easy and recover from a busy Christmas at work, and Philippa is charging round madly trying to keep herself ultra-occupied. She’s started to panic because it’s only five months until David and Becky come back from Hong Kong. FIVE MONTHS!!! I think she’s worried we might end up homeless. She is suggesting we try and house-share with Sophie and Tamara, but as I pointed out they already have a flat lined up to rent near the hospital. Philippa said “Yes, but that’s only a short-term thing. Maybe we could all buy a place together and share the cost a bit?”
I said “I love my sister, but I don’t want to commit to living with her for the rest of my life”
I was then called immature and argumentative so I blew a raspberry and then went off to play on the Wii.

RC 5-1-13