The weather’s miserable, the odds for a white Christmas are as wide as Tom being sober for the next 48 hours and the Christmas Spirit has yet to touch the hearts of my tenants.
This weekend I played a poor version of Santa and gave everyone a net of not only chocolate coins, but BANK NOTES as well! However, the irony of me giving them money along with a rent receipt seemed completely lost on the tenants. For good measure, I also gave each house a huge box of shortbread to share if they come out of their rooms on Christmas Day.
First off: Greg is spending his Christmas Day at Her Majesty’s Pleasure AGAIN. I’m confused as to what happened exactly but it involved a court appearance, expectation of a slap on the wrist which became handcuffs and taken down to serve five weeks (or five months I got…
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