Aye tis a sad story. A story where evil lesbian landladies sold our flat right out from under us. There were tears, there were arguments, there was mediation, and now at the end of this saga it looks as though Hannah will be going her way and Amber & I will be going another.

The tale thus far; once upon a time, in a suburb far away… we all moved into a charming little flat in Brooklyn, it couldn’t have been nicer. We were happy, there were birds chirping, the sun was shining, little lepricorns were dancing naked around the rose bush. But all the while thick juicy ice was breaking, red delicious crunching down (opps wrong tangent)…. But all the while there was deceit and manipulation living in the walls and behind the scenes; there was a master plan at work. The plan I’m most sad to say was to lure innocent people in, make them feel welcome and at home. But why? To be used as pawns in a religious battle, a battle about land. A battle where we increased the worth of their land by our mere being there! Making it irresistible to colonisers, thieves, tyrants, and raiders. Our folly! Their gain! But not so completely so!

The lords of the land told us to stay strong. To not just pack and leave with our heads down. We fought back, the tenancy commandment was our only weapon, I held it up as a shield and said “be gone”! Do not come back for another 42 days!

(to be continued…)