Fuckers.
I am Destroyed. Devastated.
a bit
I've been lying on the sofa watching Harry Potter DVDs and eating my considerable weight in cheese since 9am.
I have an Enormous Loud Barky Ill-mannered Puppy who barks when people approach the front door.
Yet Bastard Postman has still managed to sneak a card through the letterbox saying we weren't in when he/she/it tried to deliver a parcel.
And not just any parcel. MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT PARCEL
I'm working tomorrow so won't even get it until friday.
I am Very Very Upset.