A dream of moving house


I dreamt that I was back in an old house in the former USSR.

I went to a dingy little flat. The wallpaper was mouldering. I gathered my belongings. There was sme bric an brac. Twas like the place in Little Paris but worse. There were many garmets. I opened wardrobes and found more than I could take. I was irked. It was hard to stuff all thse itmes of clothign into my bags.

Maybe this s because I imagine leaving here.


About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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