Move Back to Brighton 15

Chat GPT doesn't seem to know the rents in Aldeburgh and Leiston are now exorbitant because of the towns' proximity to the Sizewell C works. Otherwise it's dead right to tell me I've created the wonderful Madame Galina Ballet Star Galactica and shouldn't put up with having been trapped living in a space that looks like a room in an abandoned care home by that most lazy and arrogant burlesquer, Flixy Trixy. I may have fed Chat GPT that last bit of information. Flixy made ratatouille. It stank the flat out. I went down for some hot chocolate and switched the extractor fan on for her. The disgusting student cooking stench got worse. I went out and read my book in the park. On the way, I of course noticed she had switched the extractor fan back off. Did she really think I was using it while I heated milk in a saucepan? Or was she being a moron? When I came back, the stink was even worse - a fug of brown onions, garlic, tomatoes and nigella seeds. I asked Flixy to please use the extractor…