Well, it seems that there is some money missing from our bedroom. I’m not impressed. Soon as we find out who it was, there’s going to be a hissy fight. It’s the last straw. We’re moving. If it wasn’t Troy, it was someone he brought into the house. It seems the politics of John’s workplace have started to boil over too. Everyone is bad-mouthing everyone else behind their backs. I think it’s time for the two of us to retire to a one-bedroom and forget about the jackasses we seem to get for room mates. Can only imagine what Troy’d need money that badly for. Something in a needle probably. Makes me sad that does, but stealing makes me angry.