The house next door has finally been let, and they have taken down the very distinctive "To Let" sign by which I set my sights for home, and now I don't know where I live.
I expect to spend an embarrassing and frustrating few weeks accidentally walking up to the wrong door.
I should have seen this coming.
Balls.
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- Jen
- Southampton, United Kingdom
- I am a professional nerd and a non-professional writer, and hope one day to be the reverse. I am engaged to the most handsome and amazing man on the planet. I like things and stuff!
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1 comment:
The solution is simple. Put up a "YOU LIVE HERE" sign. lol. Or your own to let sign... I'm gonna get lost too now...
frick.
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