Holy pigcrap she’s serious. The cross-eyed one and I are going to meet in Chester tomorrow in order to go see the council about finding a home. This has me in two minds: while I greatly admire Lyn’s enthusiasm, I’m not used to acting this quickly on anything, particularly without consulting dad and mum. Lyn seems to know what she’s doing, even if I don’t. I just thought we were going to just ask the council a few questions, but apparently I need to take my NI number. Oh my. Don’t get me wrong, I really wanna live with Lyn, but, you know.
Seems Lyn Levett is finally dragging me into adulthood.