Second mention of the fixed contract yet she previously said that she was on a rolling contract. She's forgetting her own lies as she's so thick. Given that the landlord has put t'house on t'internet as being available from February some weeks ago, I don't think that she's going to have much trouble with getting out of said contract. She was already sorting out her crap and packing. Hope she gets rid of all the dreadful bowls and plates as well as the archaeological cutlery.
OK, so who is said "friend" whose name begins with L but isn't Louisa, then, twit? Have you actually got a friend that you haven't driven away and demented? Especially given that Louisa starts her cycle rides from your current house. If you were actually worried about security, you wouldn't share so many details and photos of the house and area, and would have encouraged Louisa to make her Strava private earlier. You are a danger to yourself and tweet every thought and fart all day and night long. Numpty.
Oh, and put your bleeping family first for just once in your life, you selfish wanker. You've never done anything of the sort. If we actually believed that you'd ever been in dire poverty, you would have been the most tit mother since Magda Goebbels or Medea in not making sure that your son was properly looked after by informing his father or your family of your situation. If we were to believe you, you neglected to look after his needs for your own ill-judged pride. Scum.
Feed your son decent food, treat him with kindness, give him whole treats, pay him attention before your social media, and stop plastering all his private details over Twitter. You are an embarrassment as a mother, always putting yourself first and displaying yourself in cringeworthy thot shots in a futile and pathetic attempt to get your end away.
Oh, and pay more attention to hygiene. Your nails, pots, pans, cutlery, crockery are a disgrace. You are by no means 'military around the edges', far from it. Had I had you under my command as an NCO, you would have been on punishment duties regularly for your lack of personal and general cleanliness. My father's white glove rounds would have ended in you up before a senior officer for similar. I'll give you two pieces of military advice: you'd be out of your depth in a car park puddle, and you have reached rock bottom with regards to veracity and have started to dig.
Don't risk the health of your mother either because you are too ignorant and unintelligent to understand bubbling, you weapons-grade hole.
Finally, buy a bleeping dictionary, you twit of a Slopslinger. Even ration packs look more palatable than your so-called 'cookery'.