A soakaway is the least thing it will need.

It had better have a sprung dance floor too. My knees are not so good. Neither are the knees of all my ex colliery colleagues.

I wonder if it will have bouncers, a bar and vodka special nights? The disco lights might look a bit disrespectful for the poor buggers in the same cemetery. Although, having her as a neighbour will be disrespectful enough.

At least, as black belt caterpillar wrestler points out, they won't need the expense of building a toilet.



Ruddy hell. I still feel the same, all these years later. Strange, and not altogether comfortable with my own thoughts. But I still can't moderate them or think differently.