I had a bit of unwelcome news this week - I'm being evicted!
Apparently when someone dies in Libya, or gets divorced, the house becomes the property of the husband or his family, and the furnishings become the wife's or her family. Since I carelessly lost both in a car crash, both families now want the flat and its contents back. The flat has been sold, and most of the contents have already been removed, so I'll shortly be homeless.
It's a bit of a bummer 'cos I'm quite settled - I know the area, where to eat, where to drive, and so on, but there's no such thing as a contract when this happens, so I have to go.
