This time was no different.... ring ring [wince], ring ring [wince].
I tentatively picked up the handset; "What?" I asked.
"It's me Sam," came the voice. Phew, it was my chum from the village, not one of those inept, unfacile, maladroit Customer
"Hi Sam, how are you doing?" I asked.
"Great, I just wondered whether you fancied going out for a drink this evening?"
"Damn right I do! I have had a right old week of it .... I've been trying to deal with Curry's Electricals," I replied.
"Oh your poor thing, that's awful," she said sympathetically.
"Yes it bloody is. But ignore that, do you want to meet at the Talkhouse Inn at 8pm?"
"Sounds like a plan - see you there," she said and hung up.
Pic.No.1. Sam in the Talkhouse
After hooking up at the Talkhouse, I went to the bar and turned to Sam, "what would you like to drink?" I asked.
"A bottle of wine please, and a gin-and-tonic," she answered.
"So you're having one of those weeks too then, I take it?" I said.
"Oh yeh, I am looking at moving house and it is mayhem," she replied (I can't give you details because it is all secret squirrel at the moment).
I turned to the bemused Barman; "Two bottles of wine, and two gin-and-tonics please."
How bad were we? That's what a combination of moving house and Curry's Electricals does to you!