Last Friday, Lis and I bought a house in Shrewsbury. It's great, we don't need to do much to it. In fact, there are only two small problems which I shall discuss in order of significance...
Firstly, being in lots and lots of debt. I never went to uni, so I don't have a student loan, I've never been in debt. Now I owe RBS an absolute truckload of moolah. Or, to engage the rather comforting technicality, we owe RBS an absolute truckload of moolah. It's still a lot though.
Secondly, although the decor is generally more than acceptable, there is some Chinese (or possibly Japanese?) script adorning the walls of the lounge. "Why is that a problem?" you may well ask. Well, despite the fact that it looks nice if you're into oriental ornamental orthographic graphics, we don't have a clue what it means.
Would an interpreter like to offer their services?
The whole thing reminds me of Daniel 5. My knees are knocking.