Worry, Worry, Worry
Sep. 1st, 2014 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloAilz's mother worries about our house in Oldham. Lies awake thinking about it. Why? We don't.
But Sam could betray us and move her sister in and then what we do? Stop paying our mortgage and wash our hands of the whole affair. Load off our minds, in fact. Besides Sam is a mate; we trust her.
But what about all the furniture? Dunno. Cross that bridge when we come to it. Maybe get some house clearance geezer in. Then we'd have the fun of going round the junk shops in Hastings and buying new- by which I mean old.
For the time being we have a roof over our heads. It'll all work out.
And who knows. Maybe Isis will rise up and behead us all and everything else will pale into insignificance. Go on, Dot, worry about that instead. It's what Mr Cameron would want.
But Sam could betray us and move her sister in and then what we do? Stop paying our mortgage and wash our hands of the whole affair. Load off our minds, in fact. Besides Sam is a mate; we trust her.
But what about all the furniture? Dunno. Cross that bridge when we come to it. Maybe get some house clearance geezer in. Then we'd have the fun of going round the junk shops in Hastings and buying new- by which I mean old.
For the time being we have a roof over our heads. It'll all work out.
And who knows. Maybe Isis will rise up and behead us all and everything else will pale into insignificance. Go on, Dot, worry about that instead. It's what Mr Cameron would want.
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Date: 2014-09-01 12:47 pm (UTC)Ailz's mother can't let go. We're having to prise her loose.