Hi folks, it’s been a whirlwind week for me.  I am finally moving into my new pimpress pad this weekend. It’s been non-stop with moving my thigh-high boots and long coats into the flat, which is perfect in location for more mature man-hos (I live across from a bowling green), but hey, I am getting on in years too so my tastes have to grow as well.

The building is very, very quiet, which makes me suspicious, and the basement flats have that faint 'eau de student/hippy' about them with incense fumes wafting up the stairwell too.  Also the child's painting and ‘HELP STOP POVERTY’ posters on their doors makes me think that they ain’t no 90 year old little biddies residing there.  Any how, I am a peace loving person so each to their own. My apartment is wonderful, though – I have a massive dining and kitchen area, which will be perfect for parading the man-hos around while the customers decide which one to buy for the evening. The area enjoys a lovely sunset as it faces west, so even the slightly less attractive of our uk-fusion man-hos can look good in that light. (I didn’t realise we had “slightly less attractive” males on board – only the very best will do! – Ed) Maybe I can lure Jon Snow for you, Affie?  I am sure I spotted him bowling across the road the other day; the silver haired fox was like a gazelle leaping across the green, fondling his bowls.

Just to remind you, Lolly's pad will be ready for some steaming action this week. Mind you, I am only renting so remember to stay on the plastic sheeting or the landlord will catch onto my extra curricular activities. Follow the red light and the sound of the great Barry White to Lolly's love-pad.

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