All Quiet at the Lair

The lair suddenly seems massive and echoey. The piles of stuff that have been a feature for the last month have all gone. Fat Sister and King Russell moved out yesterday and our friends Harry and Ollie moved out last week.

So now I’m living on my own. It feels strange and it’s making me a bit sad and tearful. I don’t want to live by myself for long, and I’m planning to get new flatmates soon. But first, I’ve decided to move and put the lair up for sale. At the moment I have to negotiate four flights of stairs and there are more inside. This isn’t ideal because my tics make it hard for me to move around safely. It seems sensible for me to look for somewhere that’s easier to manage.

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