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It started with an eviction notice. I pulled the offending letter from an innocuous envelope. I was so shocked I dropped my shopping. 5 minutes later I was on the phone to the letting agent demanding an explanation. “I’m sorry,” the too cheerful letting agent said, “the owner’s gone bankrupt. The house is being sold. Of course, we are happy to help in anyway possible to find new accommodation.” Business as usual. Bastards. I hurled the phone across the room, outraged. The plastic casing chipped. When will I have time to look for a new place? I had a month.