I am mortified about this. Our one year contract with TOUCHARD HOUSE, Old Street, is coming to an end. A flat which has experienced more drama, heartache and all round GROSSNESS then a normal person would in their lifetime. Last weekend, I packed my things and drove to London with a troupe including Ashley Smith, Miriam Barnett and Father Michael to empty the contents of my room. All that is left now is an empty whitewash shell. I shall have very fond memories of Touchard. The view, the balcony, the ice cold winters. Also, after two years, I will no longer be living with Miss Stephanie Johns. This marks the end of an era. Sad Times.

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