Please excuse the capital letters but my terminal Eeyore nature made me think that at the last minute something would go horribly wrong. And it did not. I am the anti-Eeyore. I have keys. It's all mine.
Before going to meet the landord today I had a look round my neighbourhood. I had to try very hard not to cry. It's so bloody nice. And there's even a little Tunisian restaurant that does merguez and couscous, which will delight my daughter as much as it does me.
Brilliant!
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