What a misserable day. Shame after a good night out. I hope my nightmare does not come true. My sofas were stolen and replaced with tatty mequette ones. Kitchen floor and hall way filthy with a geese that was running wild in my flat. Worse it was my son that stole my sofas and said he needed them to connect some electric gizzmos. He seemed unconcernced when i was crying and said it had taken me a life time to get the sofas i really wanted instead of having to make do. I said they cost me three thousand pounds. I run into kitchen to make sure my table had not gone as well. So Timothy i will be watching you. Ha ha.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 10:04:28 +0000
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