Damn you to hell

Yesterday was reasonably relaxing, doing very little except waiting in for Mr Postman to deliver a parcel. 2-3 day delivery my arse. Dabs.com, you are a lying sack of shite. Ordered on Monday and still not arrived.

Which meant today was spend in waiting for the parcel that didn’t arrive yesterday, which (obviously) didn’t arrive today. And since it was for a birthday present and Monday is a bank holiday, it means I’ll be heading to the shops tomorrow to spend more on the item there. And if the item from dabs ever does show up, it’ll be getting returned unopened. Have I mentioned they’re bastards?

Tonight is Kelli’s birthday (Happy Birthday you crazy hephalumping so and so) which means a pub visit is in order. And that means when heading to the shops tomorrow I’ll bo doubt have a hangover to deal with also. Splendid. Mind you, been too long since the last reason for a good piss-up, so ladies and gentlemen … On your marks … get set … and DRINK!