Things were going so well until Sims ripped the radiator off the wall. It was a genuine accident; she was simply re-arranging our drying when.... Oops! We have rawl plugs, screws... the whole shebang hanging there looking dysfunctional but working nevertheless. I pushed it back into place. You'd never know....
There is, apparently, "...a charge" for smoking in the room. We've done the rain and the cold now so we've decided to find out what it might be... The previous occupant seemed to be of a similar disposition.
Hoping the kids at the disco downstairs don't fuck with the bike.
Nite all....
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