Balls!

Ah'm no happy! A day buggering about doing chores and shopping, waiting for the imminent arrival of the bratworsts. Aye, but I went and got my newly cut acrylic boat windows and whistled back from Porty with them. I should have looked at them carefully at the place*. They're about 3.5mm bigger than the old ones. How shit is that? Of course I phoned back straightaway and the wumman sounded suitably crestfallen and apologetic and told me to bring them straight back, which of course I can't do because of their imminences. Oh well, at least I can't put them in this weekend anyway, thanks to … did I mention I had visitors?

*Easter Road Plastics. The name should have been enough to warn me off.