Well, Agnes dropped a bombshell this morning. She’s moving out!
She’s found somewhere more suitable to live. That’s right, more suitable. How about the beach park? But she’s being cagey about where she’s going. I do wish her well, but I’m going to miss her. Who’s going to cook my dinner in future? I may have to go to the park and get another one. Maybe Agnes could suggest someone.
So much for teaching a woman how to fish.