Muscles says ‘trust me’

I do. Muscles says ‘have a little faith in me’, I do.

So, the big piece of paper (http://thegypsygetsnaked.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-piece-of-paper.html) was a long term plan, and it’s come along quicker and in a format I never would have envisaged, but I can see will work. It’s got most of the bases covered, including the dressing up box. So Muscles is moving in, with his two dogs and, and his sister, and her sons, two, 11 and 6.

Ahh, trust him, it’ll be fine. Always fancied myself a bit of communal living, as does he, and his sister, so it’ll be fine. The kids will have a ball. I'll have a ball. We'll all have a ball I reckon.

Apparently I’m expected to be in charge of money. Which I would once have said was a terrible idea, but I’m over that now. Still, he thinks I can’t be any worse than him, and he’s wrong, and I told him so and I still get to be in charge of money. So I guess he’s trusting me too.