Been up for 1 hour, f*cking postman has done the last straw, I been out looking for him :hmmm:
He's been bending our mail up, sometimes it's torn, so Baz complained, Baz gets a mag on subscription and instead of bending it down it's length like most people he folds it across the spine, Baz complained, so this morning after approx 4 hours sleep and my only day off til 2 weeks from today he bangs on the door, I go rushing down, open the door, he hands me our mail and says "There ya go, I'm not bending it anymore" Angry don't even come close, not only that but he knew he was doing it, we live slap bang in the middle of 130 house street, by the time I realised what he said and got some clothes on (5-8 mins) he was gone, nowhere in sight, that's not possible.
So me's off to a bad start, gonna hunt the little f*cker down later, I know where he lives, wants to play games? I can play games, don't f*ck me off little twat :hmmm:
Now gonna go find him