Reduce me, seduce me, dress me up in Stussy..............

When I first moved into Retirement Villas, a friend of mine (Let's call him 'Lucy') commented on the size of my new abode, and mentioned that the walls might close-in a bit when I had "one of my flare-ups". Lucy denies ever saying this. And given that Lucy's job is to remember all the things he writes and then says. And given that I have spent the best part of the past 5 years juggling a cocktail of pharmaceuticals that both affect my memory AND affect my memory. I'll leave it to you to ascertain the truth. I went in search of the truth on the internet, because I am single, and lonely, and sad, and housebound. Not due to a flare-up, but due to a lengthy wait for an NHS operation. The internet is my only friend. I have a cat, but she is roughly 98 in 'human years', and to say we have a mutually beneficial relationship would be a downright lie. I typed my own name into the search-bar that my laptop INSISTS on me having, despite many attempts to dis...