Waiting at home for some old git to come and collect and old puter that will be "spiced up and used for elderly or handicapped people".
I thought I would do my charitable bit for the day. But this old git keeps phoning me to find out where I live, it is not fooking rocket science to find my place! I have now been speaking with him over the last 35 minutes and he still cannot work it out. It might be easier to put it in the bin!
Hopefully this twat will not be the one who does the refurbishing.