Ooaahhh was going to deliver mine but couldn't be bothered, instead he just moaned about the new Post Office manager not being as good as the old one and that the standards of the post office was crap.
After treading in dog shit, being robbed of his wallet, cutting his finger on a letter, (paper cuts are the worst you know), being mauled by a dog and falling and fracturing his leg, oggy red delivered mine, still taking a positive out of the experience.
Kinsella was delivering mine yesterday but in this cold snap he got to the gate and his knees have frozen together as he was stupidly wearing his shorts.
He's still frozen at the end of my path now. I tried patting his bum to warm him up but its not really helping so tried to pat his... and er well anyway ill see how he is when i get home.
Steve Brown bumped into another postman as he delivered mine, (on puropse I think), all the mail was flying up in the air and falling on my garden path, he stayed down for a while, had to get a stretcher to pick him up, there was leaflets everywhere, I think he was faking it!
Clive Mendonca delivered mine: he looked at next door's letterbox as he expertly posted the package into mine without touching the edges. Then he told everyone in the street to ef off.
Marcus bent attempted to deliver mine. I could see he was doing well at first but got distracted by the local drinking establishment and female bar staff and never showed up in the end. Arranged a redelivery for the next day and was due to be delivered by a mr f jeffers but I think he took the same route as m bent.
Got a phone call from the club to say that one of the doom and gloom regulars on Charlton Life would be hand delivering mine this morning. Just looked out to see that half a dozen big blokes are having a heated debate over it.
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....Coat
Was he complaining about having to get up so early?
His mini me Threadkiller just agreed.
He's still frozen at the end of my path now. I tried patting his bum to warm him up but its not really helping so tried to pat his... and er well anyway ill see how he is when i get home.
"Who's there?"
"It's Cory Gibbs with your specially couriered season ticket"
"Cory who?"
"I get that a lot.."
He thought it had 442 on the "easy to read label" and could see little difference between the two.
In the end my ST ended up at at 460 so who knows ?
What do you expect?
It's on the roof of the house opposite.
He put it in his pocket, went to a strip club about 120 miles away, the han to get a stupid priced cab back to deliver it
will open it when I get back from the hospital.