They didn’t say
That everyone would leave
But expect you to keep their rooms available
No one said you are my eternal Air B and B.
For nothing, for ever.
But when they don’t come back.
The downsizing begins
The dream of the spare room
Squashed but liveable
The heart was on lease.
Never freehold.
No one reads the small print.
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