Got this cussie who's seemingly had a bbq on the seat of his Corsa.
Came down to see me 10 days ago with a view to me repairing it.
More piggin' hole than cover!
EEEEEEEEEEEEENORMOUS!
Took me 15 minutes of listening to how he did it (smoking a pipe) before i finally got shut of him.
Attanged for a new seat cover that I'm fitting today.
He's been ringing me nearly every bastard day to see if the cover has arrived.
He's rung me again at 08:00 'just to confirm' that I'm coming to fit it today....as arranged 3 days ago.
I'm almost dreading going 'round there now tbh.
KNOB OFF and leave me alone!