"It's just a fond farewell to a friend who couldn't get things right..."

Dad snores. A lot.  Loudly.

My neighbours play loud music in the garden 'til all hours.

I am, once again, running out of room for my belongings.

My choice of television is always completely inconsequential.

All the towels smell of Dad.  It's not a good smell.


It's time that I take some serious steps towards getting my own place.

Conclusion final.

Considering that it is 11.45pm, there is far too much noise.