Move it or lose it, Toots.

Fuckadoodledoo. My landlord just gave me notice. I gotta move outta my beloved abode afore the next solstice. Four years in, I could feel this day approaching – fast and furious like the errant arse of Vin Diesel. Yessireebobtail I’ve dreaded it. Now it’s nigh and, well. I’m gutted. Just quietly. My life is implodingContinue reading “Move it or lose it, Toots.”