Perry has done himself proud and bought himself a lovely 2-bedroomed place in TH where he can rejoice in leaving the bog seat up. He has a garden where he allows me to practice gardening. Real get down dirty gardening, digging up weeds and stuff. As I type it’s the things that dreams are made of (for me), the gentle blowing of leaves in huge trees. Patio doors 1-foot from the couch. Somehow earlier I managed to reclaim 1 foot of HIS garden from the neighbours too. I noticed that the garden ends before his flat and he checked the Land Registry records on line (he’s a bit of a boffin like TH) and what would you know he can reclaim land. I practiced the phrase “get off my land” and I’m sure that he will join in soon.
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