"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 ...
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