I'm staying at the old family home tonight because my mother's just had an angiogram done and she's supposed to have someone alongside for 24 hours. The strange thing is that I don't think I've slept here for about 30 years. Not that I don't come round often, it's just that I only live 0.39 miles away (according to the bike computer) and I simply go home. And now I find I'm tiptoeing around the house even though the monster has been dead for 2 years.
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