What on earth are those fecking builders hitting with a hammer today?
There simply cannot be an area the thickness of a sheet of Bronco that hasn’t had the shite bashed out of it this year.
There is no respite even at weekends AND they don’t even clean up after themselves unless told to!
SOME OF US WORK FROM HOME YOU EEJITS!
One is not for a moment suggesting that they ‘down tools’ merely that they have the courtesy to tap upon One’s portcullis and inform One when One is likely to be vibrated out of One’s truckle bed.
Speaking of tapping on One’s door…
The fecking postman has simply shoved a card through the door for ME to COLLECT my post
WHICH SHOULD BE FECKING DELIVERED
HE DIDN’T KNOCK
But One supposes One should be grateful that he actually delivered MY post to MY address instead of to Vile ex Husbands (and vice versa) like he usually does.
In general, a crap start to the day…
One’s feet are fecking freezing and THERE IS NO WAY WE ARE HAVING THE HEATING ON IN MAY
Unable to contact the person requiring the ‘Artist’s Impression,’ One receives an email to the tune of…
‘It looks great but I’m not sure the front is quite right.’
QUITE FECKING RIGHT MY FAT ARSE
IT IS SCALED FROM THE ARCHITECT’S PLANS
and whilst we are on the subject…
I AM NOT IN THE HABIT OF BEING ASKED FOR ‘SKETCHES’ BEFORE I PRODUCE MY ART
DON’T THESE PEOPLE KNOW WHO I AM