Yewtree Avenue sounded like a beautiful address when we first came to look at this property. But with the latest revelations from ‘Operation Yewtree’ I’m not sure I like it any more. I’m worried we might be found guilty by association and end up incarcerated next to 1970s DJs and popstars.
Anyway….
I seem to have lost contact with Ted and Beryl. With the discombobulating effects of the move I kept forgetting to call them, and the days and weeks have continued and I’ve fallen out of the habit of ringing them, and they’re not exactly on my way home from work anymore… So I tried calling from work today three times, and no answer. So either they’re dead, or away, or don’t want to speak to me.
And on another note - I made a bit of a pig of myself last night and ate far too much curry and crisps. As a result, I had to rush to the loo at work this morning and it was like tipping a tin of Oxtail soup out of my arse. Sorry for being base and graphic, but I do believe in sharing as much of my life as I can in this blog, and hopefully now I’ve written it down here it’ll stop me making the same stupid mistake again..
RC 21-8-14
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