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It’s looking more and more likely that I’ll be able to take Elgar; he might be going to stay with his Uncle Will (though I suspect that if I refer to him as Uncle Will again, the offer may be withdrawn) until I find somewhere to live with a garden.
Have to say, I started to have a minor freak out last night; homeowner, cat’s maid – it’s all a bit grown up isn’t it? Is this how men feel when women start to ask "so, where is this relationship going?"?