I moved in on Guy fawke's night in 2008. It was supposed to just be a try out, a sort of informal interview and staying the night to see how I felt about the place. It was a bit weird as a year previously I'd been with the family at Welling to see the firework display at Danson Park. we'd parked on or very near where this house was because I remembered the unusual road layout.
I guess Paul took pity on me because he let me stay even before I'd paid any rent or signed anything. I never had to go back to colliers Wood except to get my stuff. And after that I never saw Dave again; he soon died.
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