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: 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 :devil:
Jonno :angry: