that mob of useless sheep in dingo country could not get ANY delivery to other than business premises during business hours, and assume if it is not a business then nobody is there except at impossible hours ie dark to dawn only, and as their hours do not match then fuck the destination and the recpient has to get it from their depot a day or more later.
Nah, I just have to ring them to arrange a convenient delivery time and they'll bring it out... well that's what it says on the card he/she left.
I'll just say anytime Tuesday after 8.00am.
I could have told you there'd be a problem.....
Couldn't get the Kenworth B-double up your street with those case fans on..
You're not gonna let me live that down, are ya?
Just remember that:
> I'm an old fart.
> Grew up with feet and inches
> Never went to school during metric to have it drummed into me
> Millimetres and centimetres are confusing when you can't see the page too well
> I'm an old fart who remembers more of the old stuff and less of the new
> When in the UK I never traveled to the continent to know there was another system
> Oz changed to the metric system well after the imperial one was deeply entrenched within me.
> That when I see centimetres and they are so small to my poor old eyes, it's hard to imagine a smaller measurement.
> When old eyes see a cm, and later a mm, then later try to translate it to others, it don't always come out right due to C.R.A.F.T. disease
Okay, so I'm running out of excuses, but you get the picture, dontcha Mr. architect man... wot went to school when metric wos tawt.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm an old fart who don't see, remember or measure too well?
Poor starkers. My shop jinxed it. I'm sorry, mate.
Nah, wasn't your fault..... buuuuut
You will pay for this.....
Maybe the delivery guy just 'took off' with it?
I see a shop in your future... and you'll walk right into it. bwahahaha