hlb
RIP
Rang the flag man last week. Wheres the flags I ordered ages ago, I said. Ummm. Forgot said he. Have them ready for next weekend.
Then I gets loads of PM's over the weekend. Folks wanting flags for The Solent do. I'll do my best I says and rings flag man.
But Happy is not happy with this and starts ranting and raving.
No SAE. No cheque, not even an address. Just a rant and telling me he can get them cheaper elsewhere anyway and my flag mans a w**ker. (Or words to that effect).
So, flag man rings my works this morning. He's done the embroidery even made a special one for Duncan this morning. Taken them to Bolton 16 miles away. Got them all stitched up. And brought them back for 4-30PM. When I picked them up armed with the SAE's folks had sent. Even managed to cram Solitairs into the minute envelope that wot he sent, and wizzed off to main post office to catch the post. Meanwhile Duncan who seems to have difficulty with instructions, says he's transfered the money to my account and address is in PM at home. So drives back home. Sends Tutts scurrying round house for envelope and stamp. She arrives back with best she's got. So jumps back into car and with screeching tyres and blured speed cameras. Heads back to the post office for 5-30 deadline.
Duncan. You owe me. Two first class stamps. an envelope,
A set of new tyres. A gallon of diesel (white)
Then theres the speed camera thingies? /forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
Happy you owe nothing. /forums/images/icons/frown.gif
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Haydn
Then I gets loads of PM's over the weekend. Folks wanting flags for The Solent do. I'll do my best I says and rings flag man.
But Happy is not happy with this and starts ranting and raving.
No SAE. No cheque, not even an address. Just a rant and telling me he can get them cheaper elsewhere anyway and my flag mans a w**ker. (Or words to that effect).
So, flag man rings my works this morning. He's done the embroidery even made a special one for Duncan this morning. Taken them to Bolton 16 miles away. Got them all stitched up. And brought them back for 4-30PM. When I picked them up armed with the SAE's folks had sent. Even managed to cram Solitairs into the minute envelope that wot he sent, and wizzed off to main post office to catch the post. Meanwhile Duncan who seems to have difficulty with instructions, says he's transfered the money to my account and address is in PM at home. So drives back home. Sends Tutts scurrying round house for envelope and stamp. She arrives back with best she's got. So jumps back into car and with screeching tyres and blured speed cameras. Heads back to the post office for 5-30 deadline.
Duncan. You owe me. Two first class stamps. an envelope,
A set of new tyres. A gallon of diesel (white)
Then theres the speed camera thingies? /forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
Happy you owe nothing. /forums/images/icons/frown.gif
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