Margaret in the summer

I truly cannot believe that I've neglected my public for so darn long - well, sorry about that, I know how much you (all?) enjoy reading about my day-to-day happenings and any other things which cross my mind and find their way onto the page. Well, you'll be pleased to learn that I managed to get my back pay/a refund on my deposit from Roger Reynolds and as a result I'm back in the flat again - the shop having changed hands and now functions as one of those clothing recycling places where they buy old UK clothing to ship to eastern Europe because, even second-hand apparently our clothing's of a superior standard - have they ever heard of Primark? I'm working from home today to ensure that no Olympic congestion happens on the trasport network and after purchasing some crackers from the Co-op I tarried to have a look in the newsagent's window and spied an interesting neon-coloured card - it went something like this (I've retained the spelling mistakes): Playboy requires a woman aged 18-40 years old. Must be good looking and love good times. I only need one woman so hurry up honey! Please text me (don't call) on xxxxxxxx. Maybe I would have given it a whirl if I hadn't exceeded the age limit? Perhaps not though - I've more than enough problems with Clive and his catfish as it is...details to follow....