It looks like I may in fact have to take my former landlady to small claims court to try and get my deposit back, and for some reason I feel a bit like I've been given the gift of an adventure.
I do want the money back but I might just be happy to have the experiance of even if for some strange reason it doesn't go my way.
I could get all dressed up and stand in front of a judge and answer politely any questions asked of me and tell my story to the court (I like story telling, as you can probably tell from my epic sagas of the mundane days in my life).
It gives me squiggles of happyness, which may be the key to caountering the pink socks of the apocalypse. I don't know I'll have to think on that part more.
So research the process of doing this I must. Though I think I shall be very put out if she doesn't show up and I win by default, more so then I would be by going there and getting told I'm in the wrong.
I still got a lot to do but that's okay, it's sort of part of my life at this time of the year.
Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack
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