guess ill play it by ear before i buy a pricey hanna stick!
just had argos home delivery bringing me a cross trainer. an hour late. the fuckers have trailed muck all the way through me house, the driver asked if i had any whiskey cos he was full of cole, haha right you fuckin alchy, told him no, they leave. two mins later they come back we've given you the wrong parcel. up and doon the stairs again more fucking mud. the guy comes up and asks have you got any alcohol in the house, i said aye fuckin hell hold on. gave him a bottle n he starts gluggin at the fucker, i got pissed at this point n said right see you later, the fucker says can i use your bog. FFS i said aye its right through the back of the house. he said ohj its ok ill wait. as he's popping a fishermans friend in his gob to hide the liquer breath.
then starts giving me some spiel about how i should get on to argos about the mess n theyll pay for a carpet cleaner. i said aye fuckin right they will. only for him to say me n wor lass do carpet cleaning ive got a big machine. by this point i said aye so have i fuck off. honestly. fucking scrotes. he looked right dodge. i put me tunes up to cover the noise of the fan. but you know when you can tell they think somethings up. maybe im just being para, probably. but i think its time to move this summer.
im winding my strain list down and getting myself shifted. after the gas board debacle its probably about time. right off to work...