Can you give yourselves a quick punch in the gonads so I feel better?
Our lazy fecker, who feels the need to use a van to deliver letters to a 2 mile stretch of road, can't be arsed to check if I'm in to deliver signed for parcels. I've watched him twice now drop a "you weren't in" card into my mailbox and piss off. Just because he can't be arsed to walk up to the house or negotiate a gate that stops sheeps getting out. He flies up next doors drive because they have no gate (or sheeps to keep in).
So again I'm now going have to make his journey in reverse, probably in the car just to wind TJ up, to collect the parcel that's already been past my house twice today.
I need a butler / servant / slave / robot / sex doll / holiday / lobotomy

