Well, my name's Margaret and I haven't written for ages for a myriad of reasons - the most important being that until recently I've been living with various friends prior to finding myself a new flat to rent. Roger Reynolds aka Maurice Dumbarton has done a bunk with the money and stock of his former shop and leaves a number of people hugely out of pocket. Although he was strange I still miss that man - his sense of humour combined with a lovely head of hair still make me smile.
Onwards an upwards I suppose. My new 'pad' is located above a cafe and I'm still finding my feet. I suppose the industrial smell of gravy annoys me at times and the huge vat of custard which simmers away all day makes me heave but otherwise it's nice to find a cosy home. I am spending Christmas at Eleanor's house, it should prove exciting.
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