Oh the dreaded ( o)ppossum! I remember them well from my childhood in Australia and they were one of the reasons for driving my mother back to the UK. They would clatter around the roof all night ( we lived in a bungalow) making a terrible noise and their urine would seep through the roof, stain the ceiling and leave a foul smell. Sleep would be impossible.
Things most have now that we didn’t have
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.
I am thinking of switching my bank. Anyone done it?
