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The person looking after Diz has suffered a series or not impossible but slightly peculiar calamaties.
First she dropped her phone so it stopped working and she lost my number.
Odd, it was working when I sent her a text at 19.30.
Also I she had my landline number, and has a paper copy of my address; I'm available via Directory Enquiries.
Then her radiator blew.
Gosh, and she runs a charity called Animal Taxi. Gosh, hope there's no emergencies today or tomorrow. Because the earliest she can get Diz back to me is Monday.
Funny, because that is the same day the hospital social worker is back.
I have a suspicion she may suggest I am in incapable of looking after an animal in my current condition.
I swear if I had a car I'll go knocking on her door and demand the porky, furry little monster,
Confused and miserable.
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