Relocation, Relocation, Relocation!

Annoyed is NOT the word; seething with anger is possibly a better description!!!

I’ve just got back to my house in Notts with thoughts of; “ I cant wait to have a spin on my pole” and “Ohh, I can practice the Rude Boy routine…” etc.  

I walked into the spare room where my pole now lives to find it’s been turned back into a storage room!!! I don’t remember anyone consulting me about this! Worst thing is SOMEONE has put some JUNK on the base of  my pole!!! Gone are the days of it being all pretty and shiny!!! It would've have taken FIVE minutes to take it down; oh no, far too much effort!!!

My poor pole is going to have had more homes, than I’ve had hot dinners (and that’s no joke!) Looks like it’s being relocated again this time to my room at my dad’s house.

Great!!!