It looks like that young lad and his mum are moving into the house right enough. I saw them today, lugging furniture and boxes in from a van that was parked out the front. I expected to see removal men helping them, but they seemed to be on their own. I thought about going up and offering them a hand, but you know what my back is like. Besides, how would I have introduced myself? “Hello, I’m one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Don’t mind us, but we live in your garden shed”?
I told War it looked like we’d be getting new neighbours. He just went “Hmmm” and muttered something below his beard. Mind you, he was doing a colouring book and I’m not entirely convinced he was even listening. I was going to tell Famine, but he had custard all down him and just looking at him gave me the dry heaves, so I left it.
The excitement of it all has brought my rash back out in force. Just what I need with the new Death on the way. Whatever will he think of me if I’m covered in green spots and smelling like fish guts?