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my designated driver / carer / lover
went to see a horrible house in a 'nice' street, in cunterbury
we've been looking for over a year and STILL a half decent house evades us
in reality, there have been a lot of houses to see but we have 'unusual' champagne tastes and beer money.
this house was only good for demolition-ing
my driver took us to london, to pick up back seats, dying bamboo, some rat poison and a package from an architect.
i had to change my shirt because i wasn't wearing a bib while i ate as we drove
returned via maidstone and swopped one (courtesy) jeep for another
countdown till the (hopeful) abandonment of crutches: T minus 12