On an otherwise ordinary Saturday night at the Kamona, I distinctly heard the voice of Murray in the hallway. "Good," I thought, "he must be OK." A closed front door for two days straight had us thinking the worst. Perhaps we would have to go and visit gang HQ itself, although not for a few weeks at least, until we felt ready to handle communication again. Murray's latest revelation could explain 
closed doors however: there's a lady living there now. "Mary," says Murray. "A very Christian lady. John's fallen for her."I noticed that John didn't stop for long when we crossed paths on the Morningside train tracks yesterday...
On another note, Chris vacuumed in the weekend, Ellen loves us and Blake turned 19, but is now deceased.
"Dear Flatmates,Just would like to say that you are all my favourites and I could not wish for a more creative, funny, considerate, uplifting, talented, inspiring bunch to live with and I love you all!!!
Ellen :) (sic)."
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