My solicitor just called to tell me that, apparently, I’ve bought a flat in Glasgow.
Oh. Gosh. I wasn’t exactly… really? Which one?
It seems I have five weeks of financial mayhem, and then I’m in. As soon as I believe it, I’ll doubtless be terribly excited. Right now I’m frantically trying to remember what the place looks like, since they’ve all blurred together rather.
I have a home.