"It's just a fond farewell to a friend who couldn't get things right..." Dad snores. A lot. Loudly. My neighbours play loud music in the garden 'til all hours. I am, once again, running out of room for my belongings. My choice of television is always completely inconsequential. All the towels smell of Dad. It's not a good smell. It's time that I take some serious steps towards getting my own place. Conclusion final. Considering that it is 11.45pm, there is far too much noise. read more
