Nice apologetic phone call from the driver, he's stuck in dreadful traffic, poor bloke.
No problem, it's chip night but it's an arse isn't it .
I want to watch the telly in my jammies with my make up off, hair scraped off my face and with wine on the side.
I'm listening to folk music on Radio 2 with Mark Radcliffe so it's not all bad < with wine>.
Can I negotiate some compensation from the Ocado Mothership? 