So here she is, at last and almost forgotten, Erin K, fresh from her former life and the cosy weather south the Canal.
As she steps out of the plane and into the waiting bus, Erin K looks around with eyes so forlorn it pains my heart, and I am known to be one without a heart, poor miss K . . .
Hurry and collect your bags Erin K, your empty house awaits.
Yours truly Y—
By the by dearests, check out the 'The Whole Lot' page if you want some extra about our lot
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