Customer Service

"How much is that?"

"Really - you'd think with that particular stain, you'd be paying me to take it away!"

"It's not that same since Margaret Thatcher left office is it?  It was her handbags and tidy hair which I particularly admired - and I told her so!"

That was a snapshot of all of the rubbish I have to put up with on a thrice-weekly basis.  I don't know how I am going to stand it in the longer-term, but needs must.  I suppose it's company and hell knows, I need it.  I'm not sure if I told you, but Auntie Barb finally moved out last month and is now staying with her ex-husband Stanley in Leatherhead.  Stanley looks like a person who'd be into leather and well ... ugh.  I'll stop there.

I'll have to run a deep bath to rid myself of the smell of mothballs ...

The Charity Shop

Apologies for not writing for a while, but I've been rather busy of late! The top line news is that I am working as the deputy manager of a local charity shop - they raise money for animals with alopecia.  Don't laugh - it's a worthy cause and all of the clothes we cannot sell in the shop are turned into stylish coats for the unfortunately bald creatures.

I think the worst part of the job is dealing with customers.  Now, don't get me wrong - I appreciate their patronage, but constantly being subjected to haggling and bartering really gets me down at times - it's not that any of the goods are particularly expensive in the first place!  People!