Moving house is so appealing right now. My little flat has served me well, but a change of scenery is definitely on the cards. I think it will make me barf happiness without any of the bastard memories of my current abode.
Last night I went to a fancy dress party with Chico Flores in my dream. I don’t know how I established it was fancy dress…coz he was just Chico Flores and I was just me.