Made a delivery yesterday to house in Raunds, the material I had was rather large and I needed a lift with it, a woman answered the door and said that her old man was in but he'd just got into the bath so could she help, I said "ain't that typical, you get in the bath and the doorbell rings", well today I'm looking after my son and his girlfriend's doggy, she said to me yesterday, "I'll bring the dog round at about one-o-clock on Saturday", "Ok" says I, at 11-45 I think to myself, "I know I'll take a shower now and I'll look half decent when they arrive", half way through washing me smalls the fucking doorbell goes so I assume that the pooch has arrived early so better move a bit sharpish, so half showered I dry the soapy bits and dash to the front door, decently dressed I might add, it's only some silly old fucker asking if he can have a piece of shite plastic that's blown orf the roof of a nearby house that's being renovated, I'm going to join the atheist movement because there just ain't a god or if there is he's a vindictive bastard.