Playing mum to new rave tenants

Played mum again today; email from a T throwing toys out of the pram saying that for the last week and a half the music from either up, down or sideways stairs has been rave pumpin all night, and she's a YP, and has to work, etc etc, totally fair enough. Knew instantly who it... Continue Reading →

Squirrel poo = good luck?

Are we all full of rage? I keep reading about angry women, articles about how much more irate about life, men, work, the whole kit and caboodle we are. There just may be something in it. I found myself furious earlier, after a 12hr exhausting day, to find that when I went to put my... Continue Reading →

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