Tomorrow, I have my least favourite type of cussie to do werk for.
A anal classic car enthusiast.
Without exception, they are a pain in the arse, and this one is already proving I'm right, by mithering me on the phone, asking what time I'll be 'round, no doubt so he can take its duvet off, and remove its hot water bottle and teddy.
Ford Capri btw....and it's generally a heap of shite.
Cheeky get told me I sounded " vaugue" in the phone.
I'd personally speaking like, say it was more like 'lack of enthusiasm and dread' tbqath
He WILL stand over me, watching every move, and ask me 45 squillion questions.
I WILL also hear those imortal werds too...."while your here, can you just look at this and do it /fix it please....it'll only take you five minutes"
I SHOULD have said NO on the first place.