I haven’t spoken about The Rammer for a while on here. Why? you may ask. Because for a while I thought he had been cured of his affliction. Our mail was actually being delivered through the letterbox in our door and landing on the mat.
Admittedly it was almost lunchtime but that wasn’t his fault, the post office have changed working practices and now post can arrive any time up to 4pm. But we weren’t coming home to find the mail had been rammed en mass in to the box and left hanging there for all to see that we weren’t home.
Well, the good times are history because he’s doing it again which really, really pissed me off, two fold. The porn DVD’s were hanging out of the box for all the street to see when I got back from shopping.
And the double wammy was that the envelope was address to Suzanne Hamilton at Sex Toys Buzz! Bugger, bugger, bugger, if he didn’t already know what I did for a living he will now. All those parcels will start to make sense in his Neanderthal head. Lol
Excuse me for a moment while I wander off in embarrassment.