The key is stiff to turn. December damp makes chill rooms chiller. Too much cat food smelling up the hall, cat resentment on the stairs.
It takes a sparked up boiler, a squirt, a scrub, a lap apiece for two cats, new lights you’d never choose but are glad to be given for a neglected living room window.
Still, I hope I hope next year will bring a new house to warm. This is not an easy country for that to happen. Still, I hope I hope.
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