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Ray Stafford
We could have gone our entire lives, Mr Freeman, without ever being aware of each other's existence. You in your corner of Hampshire, and me in mine.
But that all changed, didn't it Mr Freeman? It all changed when Mrs Freeman ordered 29 tonnes of spring bulbs from "bulbs-r-us".
She ordered on the same day as Mrs S ordered. Being a modest soul with a small garden, Mrs S only ordered 1 ton of bulbs, but the fine people at Bulbs-r-us mixed up Mrs Freeman's order with Mrs S's order, and now there are 30 tonnes of bulbs outside my house.
To make matters worse, when Mrs S phoned Bulbs-r-us to tell them of the unfortunate mix-up, do you know what they said Mr Freeman? "Don't worry Mrs S" they said breezily. "Keep all 30 tonnes with our compliments, and we will re-ship Mrs Freeman's order."
So, Mr Freeman, I hope you are enjoying a leisurely saturday. Reading the paper, maybe watching the footie later? A lunchtime pint perhaps?
I won't be having such a restful time Mr Freeman. "Why is that Mr Stafford?" I hear you ask. Because, Mr Freeman, I shall be labouring in the garden, planting 30 tonnes of sodding spring bulbs, one at a bleedin' time!
I hate you Mr Freeman. I really hate you.
But that all changed, didn't it Mr Freeman? It all changed when Mrs Freeman ordered 29 tonnes of spring bulbs from "bulbs-r-us".
She ordered on the same day as Mrs S ordered. Being a modest soul with a small garden, Mrs S only ordered 1 ton of bulbs, but the fine people at Bulbs-r-us mixed up Mrs Freeman's order with Mrs S's order, and now there are 30 tonnes of bulbs outside my house.
To make matters worse, when Mrs S phoned Bulbs-r-us to tell them of the unfortunate mix-up, do you know what they said Mr Freeman? "Don't worry Mrs S" they said breezily. "Keep all 30 tonnes with our compliments, and we will re-ship Mrs Freeman's order."
So, Mr Freeman, I hope you are enjoying a leisurely saturday. Reading the paper, maybe watching the footie later? A lunchtime pint perhaps?
I won't be having such a restful time Mr Freeman. "Why is that Mr Stafford?" I hear you ask. Because, Mr Freeman, I shall be labouring in the garden, planting 30 tonnes of sodding spring bulbs, one at a bleedin' time!
I hate you Mr Freeman. I really hate you.