Luck be a Margaret toniiight

We got the camera back! So lucky!!!!!

It was waiting for us at 'Lost Property' when we arrived at Edinburgh Airport this morning. We grabbed it, paid the £10 handling fee and hopped on a plane down to Exeter. Easy like a Tuesday morning.

The guys at the Lost Property counter really had a field day looking through our snaps. We have more than 3,000 photos on our sim card, and they made it through 2,500 of them! I don't blame them though. I would do the exact same thing if I worked at an airport lost and found. Also, it's not like we have any embarrassing photos in there. Unless you count the 500 selfies of me practising my smize.

Devon (the county in England where Exeter is) gave us the perfect welcome. Lots of YELLOW sun. I emphasise the "yellow" bit, because in Edinburgh we only get white sun in the winter, which is basically just light and not sun at all. Yellow sun is what you want. It's the warm kind. The beautiful, buttery, Vitamin D kind.

BiBi and his borrowed dog, who is pooping. 

Andy pooping next to my shadow.

Brothers in the sunshine.

Me and my bro in law! And two dogs.

Sunset in Topsham. 

Andy's brother BiBi* manages a coffee/wine bar in Exeter and they're throwing a New Year's party tomorrow night. Today's mission was to sort out some balloons for the big event. Card Factory (next door) let us down, claiming they didn't have enough helium for the job. Yeah right. It's obvious they're just hoarding it so that they can sing Alvin & the Chipmunks "Christmas Don't Be Late" on their breaks. Come on, guys. Christmas is over. Give it up.

But luckily Clinton Cards (across the street) stepped up to the challenge. BiBi even threw in some huge silver number balloons to make a giant 2 0 1 5 display. How exciting!

Hope you're enjoying these last couple days of 2014.

Love,

Margaret

* Real name retracted for privacy purposes

H-O-T-T, Hot Off the Press!

Hi Everybody!

Get ready of a Madgespace EXCLUSIVE!

I am thrilled to officially announce the completion of my autobiography! It has not yet been released, but I can offer you a sneak peek at the front and back cover. Enjoy!

Front Cover

Back Cover

As you can tell, this long-awaited memoir was inspired by my recent experience winning the Special K designer dress giveaway competition (which ran throughout the UK and Ireland). Additionally, I was influenced by the fabulous autobiographies of my celebrity peers. Below are some of my most favorite celeb autobiographies (top tip: the more awkwardly a pun in jammed into the book title, the better the book usually is):

sTori Telling - Tori Spelling

A Shore Thing - Snooki

If it Makes You Healthy - Sheryl Crow (it's her cookbook)

Dancing to the Music in my Head: Memoirs of the Peoples' Idol - Sanjaya Malakar

unSweetined - Jody Sweetin

Miles to Go - Miley Cyrus

In other, less important, news...Osama bin Laden is dead now. You may or may not have read about it in the news. I am SHOCKED at how much people care! Seriously, I just did not think he was still that relevant. People flocked to the streets and partied in front of the White House. Could it be that we wanted to flex our patriotic muscles just a bit more than usual after being upstaged by the Brits' recent display of romantic nationalism? When I read my Facebook news feed this morning, I am not kidding you that I checked the calendar to see if it was the Fourth of July (I was half asleep and so confused). That's what I get for going to Facebook first before checking the news.

WELL, I need to shower. As I said to Char today, you know you need to shave your legs when you can feel your leg hairs blowing in the wind like blades of grass. Plus, now that I own a designer red dress, I'll probably start upgrading my life little by little. First it's the shaving of the legs, then I'll probably feel the need to buy moisturizer (they're so dry that scratching a slight itch will leave visible white lines on the skin for days) and the next thing you know I will be buying brand name laundry detergent and eating organic nut butters.

Until next time, y'all.

Love,

Margaret