My mother died last week. I'm in the middle of clearing her house. Every time I go in, I go through the weirdest, distressing routine. I feel the need to search for something. I'm not sure what. There's nothing to find that I haven't already been through, still I have this compulsion.
do you have plasterboard on your walls?
^Spongers, cheats and liars - everything I have learnt about men in a lifetime of dating^


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