45 minutes. 45 fucking minutes it takes to speak to someone and then they get as far as taking my details and we get cut off. And do they call back?? No they bloody don't. They obviously thought that was me got rid of.
Oh, and they've lost £600 worth of bloody sofa cover and don't seem to be interested in finding it. Or TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT. Rahhhh!
Seriously, shop somewhere else. Cheap tealights are not worth it.
(Off to sit on my uncovered sofa and drink a calming cup of tea...)