Get letter from an old internet service provider....."Your account sending Spam Emails, your security is at risk "
Contact them,explain to hard too understand lady what has happened. Tell her I haven't been with them for 3 or more years and email account was meant to be deleted after 6 weeks of leaving them.
"You need to log in and change your passwords etc " Tell her I can't the account doesn't exist.
"What is your account
Well, it's over, thank goodness! I don't think that I could have stood another minute, nay, nano second, of being told that the NHS is going to be better, or that the Scottish lot are going to take over England and that we're all going to have to eat haggis for breakfast. Infact, I was starting to get nightmares about having to speak Scottish and being made to learn the bagpipes if I step out of line for not paying enough tax, or something. At least Scotch whisky will keep flowing, and I can
I was practising my dancing moves and the parrot was watching me whilst munching his way through one of my Easter eggs.
'What do you think you're doing?' he asked.
'I've just been told that I have a dance medal test coming up soon . . . and stop eating my Easter eggs', I replied.
'Well, I'd be a bit worried if I were you . . . and you've got loads more Easter eggs stashed away. I saw you hide them.'
'I'm just not ready to take the test.
It's driving mad, but like a drug I can't stop it!
I'm talking about ebay. I know it's been around for ages, but I've just taken it on board, so to speak. I can't stop bidding for things, even if I don't really want, or need them. Can anyone help me? It's addictive, and far better than a lover, as it's going into the unknown . . . and it's exciting. I don't even have to get all dressed up for it. I can sit on this laptop, in my pyjamas, no make up, and no one cares a damn.
How many permutations are there when it comes to reasons for ending an affair? During my time playing this game, I've probably heard them all. The latest one comes after nine years and it seems that painting with him has become a passion instead of me! Should I feel upset, angry, or amused that a paintbrush has taken my place in his affections?
It wasn't a passionate affair, more a comfortable relationship and everything comes to a natural ending. Should I have seen it coming?