As much as a single fortnight could be bad, the first two weeks of May were worse. I had been working late every night to get the job done, to the point where I was just living for my job – we’ve all been there; you get up, work, eat, sleep, get up, work. I was run down, I had my bike (effectively an extra limb to me) stolen, I had one of the worst flues I’ve ever had, I was made homeless (that’s a whole nother story) and then, after paying the rent and deposit on a new house, I had next to no money. My worldly possessions were whisked out of the old house with the crazy woman, the one who had made me homeless, and distributed across 3 of my friends houses in
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