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Flixy is showing off to the very cute PAT man. She pokes her head through the kitchen serving hatch. 'What are you doing, please?'

I tell her I'm clearing away some of the overspill recycling.

She withdraws.

As I'm putting my shoes on, she looms and very loudly, obviously for PAT man to hear, says 'Did I tell you my brilliant plan? You know the sequinned dress I never wear?' How possibly? 'The one I've done some photo shoots in?' Again, how possibly? 'I'm going to take it to Eastbourne on Thursday and get Ivy to model it, telling her it's going on Ebay; and my plan is she'll fall so in love with it, she'll pay me loads and loads of money for it herself.'

I can just imagine the PAT man's report. Kitchen a filthy disgrace. Renters are twats.

And talk of the Post Offian lack of proper communication between different departments - will he tell the letting agents, who should in turn tell the landlord, Flixy is doing the opposite of upkeep on the place?

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