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Something...rather odd happened today. I went downstairs to buy a new package of biscuits for Azizi (for some reason, we tend to feed her a lot of treats. It's perfectly normal), and found a package waiting. It had the flat number on it, and my full name, and it was so official it looked like it was from Eton. Only, they wouldn't be sending me things.

Well, it was from the lawyers or whoever that went over my old house when they took a look at it. Apparently there were a few things in there that they didn't want. There are a few old photos, the one baby tape I think I have (I promptly hid it), shite like that that I didn't bother to look for or take. I didn't even want all of this. Although I had wondered where my doll some things had come from.

SO THAT WAS MY DAY. I actually had better go get rid of the rest of this before they find it.