Hello!

Hello.

Can you hear a weird rustling noise? I don't think so, no. It must be rats. Or something chewing up the cable's my end. I'm great. Did you just go rats? Rats, I want to go rats in the room. Oh, I thought you were doing maybe like Roland Rat, Rat fans. Oh, that would be my second option. Yeah. Eh, rat fans.

My son is obsessed with a song that goes,

like a metal song.

Oh.

So for a minute as well, I thought,

has she got into the Swedish theatrical rock band, Ghost?

Well, no, not yet.

Never say never.

No, no.

I mean, we're only middle-aged. Okay, no, not yet. Never say never. No, no. I mean, we're on the middle-aged.

Okay, never. So Annabelle, you are, um, you are in, which room are you in your living room?

I'm in my living room, yeah. And, uh, I'm in someone's flat because, here's my news, I am accidentally homeless.

Oh, I know. Terrible.

Now, I say that, it turns out not technically homeless,

according to the recruitment department, the big issue,

which, you know, I was kind of counting on.

Right.

Right. But I'm currently sofa surfing in this weird limbo where we are staying in various people's homes until we can,

until we can move in somewhere, which sounds exciting.

You know, like 15, 20 years ago,

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