I'm grateful for the Easter break as I'm getting very fed up with work at the moment, I work in a very dull, quiet office. Very few people speak and if they do eyebrows are raised. Music keeps me sane, which is brilliant because I've done two 'taster' classes this work - musical theatre on Wednesday and rock singing yesterday; the latter was much more up my street and the former, well let's just say that I'm physically dyslexic when it comes to dance!
My estranged husband Roger (not to be confused with Margaret's new landlord who shares the same forename - doesn't the person writing this have any imagination at all?) left a strange rambling message on the landline answering machine last night. Apparently drunk, he purports to still love me and has sworn off all other women. Hmm. I don't think so, do you?
Saying that, I'm more than aware that I'll have to put this house on the market at some point as I'm starting to get into mortgage arrears despite my parents stepping in to the breach. Perhaps I should see whether Roger Reynolds has any other flats available for rent but from Margaret's description he sounds really creepy so maybe not>
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