It’s raining at home. In fact, it’s been raining so much indoors that I can barely/rarely recognise the insides or dry land sometimes. Grandma has become an asylum seeker. She pops by eversofoten, when she can escape, because she’s homeless + familyfighting + money woes. There’s been a battling for power somuch that it’s becoming so super ridiculous, really. argh. pray pray pray for more love and a bigger heart.

It’s interesting what money can do to people.