Bastard fucking Ikea want to deliver some furniture between 7am and 12 on Saturday morning. How evil can you get. If they were a person, I would kindly kill them...or perhaps not so kindly.
The thing is this. I don't actually live where they are delivering the furniture, so I can either get up at 6.30am and wait there or take a blow-up mattress to the place they are delivering it and sleep there the night before. A bit desperate perhaps, but at least it will solve the problem of getting home on Friday night - the delivery spot is round the corner from the pubs.
7am...I ask you.
Thursday, 5 July 2007
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