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by Suw on May 19, 2004
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I can't help thinking that considering the number of times you troop into London you might as well move here…. I'm sure you can pick up a nice penthouse flat in Chelsea overlooking the river for a couple of million or so…
Sid: You're not wrong. I really should move back. Although I fear the Chelsea penthouse is a little beyond my means right now. Perhaps a small cardboard box at Waterloo?
End of the year, maybe I'll be solvent enough to move back. Fingers crossed.
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