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London – September 1st, 1988
After all the uncertainty of whether we would all be given notice on our houseshare at Grassmere Road, nothing happened today. No notice, no visit by Mr & Mrs Summer, and a massive sigh of relief for us all left here.
Marty, however, continues to make plans for the purchase of his new flat. He assured me, again, that the spare room there has my name on it, but I don’t feel very confident about moving in with him and his Ex. I find it strange that they want to live together again, but I guess they must have a firm friendship. It’s an odd setup.
What hasn’t gone out of my mind is the phone call I had with Simon earlier this week…