Im in a house loverly situated on the edge of a wood. Below is a stream sadly dirty and full of broken stuff not safe for dogs. My dog doesnt noticed the broken glass though and throws himself in with gay abandon. Walking across a bridge in the park today, he was miserably attached by an unfriendly collie dog and Oscar fell off the bridge down a ravine. Luckily nothing bad happened to him, only a small abrasion. I was terrified. He didnt seem to be.
Were discovering the local smells and exciting corners in Heaton. Theres so much rubbish around I cant believe people dont mind. I mind. I hate it. Ive never lived in such a dirty place. Even in my heady days of squatting, life was cleaner.
Im feel happy to have bought this house. It is friendly, accepting and loyal. I know it will appreciate my loving it back to health. Ive got all sorts of plans for it. Weve already made a new back yard which is very beautiful. Now we will start on the inside. Hopefully Phil will do the joists in the back room. I hope he will be in a good mood when he gets back from his holiday in Italy.
I might offer him a bottle of wine to sweeten him up.
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The stream is a distance from your property and the woods is actually a local park. Your attempt to make yourself look something more than a second rate artist is laughable, the only dirty thing about Heaton is the wannabe artists who believe holding a Chinese woman hostage under the stairs is ART.
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