More reasons to leave.

Emily spent last night in the garden on her on volition. She is out there again now, it is good that she has a hobby. The grass is quite long because Frank can't get the mower going; curiously, he claims the landlord won't pay to fix it. The pile of garden debris in the car park has grown and a sofa has appeared in its midst. The pile takes up two parking spaces now despite having had a skipload removed. There are so many mosquitos around I have blood stained hands and my clothes smell like Earth Tiger mosquito coils.

Emily has come inside now. Someone from upstairs arrived home and disturbed her enterprise. There are three guys in the upstairs flat, between them they have five cars and a trail bike. Ben is a baker and Matthew works at the rail yards so they keep unusual hours. When I first moved in Lloyd was training as a salesman for Austar and selling dope, he is not employed at the moment but his parents are the landlords so there is probably some deal with the rent going on there. They all like to spin their wheels in the gravel drive when they come home.  ¶ 23:53