Well, you might know me as Treasure, you might know me as Alamo, you might know me as Lorraine, you might just know me as the drunken bird in the corner. Whatever. This is me.No more crutches, no more plaster casts, no more grief, just a couple of horrible scars and a nasty ache in my leg. That's why I'm not updating that often, I have to work again now, more's the pity.
The dilemma is over, at least for the time being. Lets go back to renting. New job coming (very) soon, just got to work out my notice & find somewhere to live. Huzzah!
If you're reading this, you've probably encountered some of this rant elsewhere, either in person, on the phone, or in other bits of the www. So why am I writing it here as well? Don't know really, catharsis of sorts I think. You can always read one of the less dull pages if you want.
And say a nice big Treasureland "Hello" to Uncle Hyman, source of all kinds of elderly person type wisdom. He won't bite, but he might gum you to death if you try to steal his salmon sandwiches.
