What will my life be like in three years ? Well it shouldn’t take that long to describe, certainly not three years. I’m hoping I have a bit more luck, don’t set fire to myself again, and for the thieves and vagabonds to leave us alone. We’re going to make this house more saleable for when we do sell and more comfortable in the interim.

Seventy one plus three, just let me see, Got it ! that will be seventy four, Plenty of time to stir some stuff, Before the man with scythe comes to my door.

Anyway he don’t scare me, because I know he’s such a loafer. He just lays around all day, With those reeper-cussions on his sofa.

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