Picture the scene. ive just put the phone down on a very long conference call. its 11am and the intercom bleeps and its yodel-meister "ive got a pacrel for you Mr Burlz!"
So, i'm just throwing on a jockstrap, doc martins and a muscle vest in case he's cute (joke! :wink: ) when the phone goes again. its my bezzie mate who i ask to call me back in 5 cos im on my way down to see to mr yodel. "hmmph" he says.
so, i take delivery of my cooks essentials asian marinades and curry pastes (gay or what?) and my mate calls back. i explain i was taking a QVC parcel in and he accuses me of being some sort of shopping telly FANATIC who hits the red button or the app as some sort of BIZARRE FIX!
i think he may be right....i have issues! :blush:
so, my bitter kittens...... any bells ringing? hone:
So, i'm just throwing on a jockstrap, doc martins and a muscle vest in case he's cute (joke! :wink: ) when the phone goes again. its my bezzie mate who i ask to call me back in 5 cos im on my way down to see to mr yodel. "hmmph" he says.
so, i take delivery of my cooks essentials asian marinades and curry pastes (gay or what?) and my mate calls back. i explain i was taking a QVC parcel in and he accuses me of being some sort of shopping telly FANATIC who hits the red button or the app as some sort of BIZARRE FIX!
i think he may be right....i have issues! :blush:
so, my bitter kittens...... any bells ringing? hone: