A delivery van from London shows up at six thirty in the morning . They were supposed to be here three days ago but their ETA kept on being put further and further back . In the end Angus had one of those ' what is it about the word service that you don't understand ? ' type conversations with the owner of the company . Their revenge was had by showing up at the crack of dawn. '' You don't know how difficult it is to juggle a schedule " the driver tells me with a completely straight face.
' The font ' returns from the market . The tired old Volkswagen has been hit by a piece of grit that's chipped the windscreen. An hour later Angus heads off in the big 4x4 . At the edge of the village the windscreen gets hit by a stone. '' What's the chance of that happening to both of us on the same day ? " asks ' the font '. Angus responds with a neanderthal grunt. To the surprise of all involved the windscreen repair company are on the scene within an hour. All charged painlessly and effortlessly to the insurance.
The Italian garden furniture needs to be assembled . The house about to fill up for the summer. Unable to prevaricate any longer Angus gets to work. How difficult can it be ? Answer : Extremely difficult if the manufacturer hasn't supplied the correct number of bolts and screws. Why is it the packaging never contains the right components? One of those strange never changing rules of the universe. The old farmer rummages around in the back of his Ford Transit , " Bought her in 1968. Never had a days trouble ", and appears with two three inch bolts . Problem solved.