The GR dealt with it by spending money we don’t have and I by having one too many bottles of wine on the terrace with Kendal and getting sent to bed.
I know I should pull myself together and stop feeling sorry for myself, it is the last hurdle before freedom of sorts. I guess I’m also feeling a little sad to be leaving my manor, the area I’ve called home for seven years now. I do so love living in the West End. Needs must however and it is time to move on.