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Fucking brilliant night last night, and on returning home this morning (and trying to figure out how I could afford to take Sheena to the vet as she appeared to have hurt her foot) got a cheque in the post for, well, let's just say a shitload of money. (When my Godfather died years ago, my family and I decided our share of the money he left should go to his mum, as she was very old and needed it more. She died recently, and clearly hadn't spent much of it at all. I mean, I'm vaguely sad that she died, but I never met her and only ever knew her as an abstract, so...)
And only last night I was moaning that I wanted to move house but couldn't afford to... |
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