so, we've all done it at some time or other. had a few cans, got bored with the telly, started browsing ebay just to see whats about. had a brilliant idea, bought something. gone to bed full of ideas... woken up with a vague feeling that theres something you should remember to tell the mrs when she comes home from her night shift. spent the day trying to remember whats troubling you, somewhere at the back of your mind, but its just not there, so carry on.
two days later, youre layig in bedm at 7am contmplating getting up for work, when theres an insistant rap on the front door. looking out you see a big panel vansat in the road, and a swarthy looking delivery guy with a huge, fridge freezer sized box on a sack truck on the drive outside. an ominous sense of dread leaps to mind, 'oh, ffs what have i don now' the mrs doesn do online stuff so whatever was ordered was ordered by me.
by the time i realise, she is downstairs and opening the door, i hear a muttered conversation and then the side gate opens, and h disappears round the back of the house. by the time im downstairs, he is rumbing round the corner to his next drop, and im looking at a big brown box on a pallet.
strangely she says nothing, but walks into the conservatory with a brew and some toast. as i bite onto the first slice, she pipes up, 'so... what exactly is a sandblasting cabinet'.............
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