The old lady up the street was bitching about how hard it is to pay her bills on the pension and in the same sentence is saying how she owns a garaged 1976 combi van at her old place with her former partner. I'm telling her to sell it and live fat off the arbitrage but its all too difficult even tho she has the papers somewhere. I think there is some DV dynamic but even still there are lawyers and she has prominence in that community. she needs to get over her inertia before she gets whisked away to a nursing home and the dastardly "Geoff" scoops up anything of value she formerly owned. Why doesnt she listen to me and yet the meth heads across the road exploit her like an american vassal state.