Came to school with a chair in the back of the car and a staple gun. Don't mess, OK? I'm hoping to send the chair to its' buyer this evening, or at least find out how to wrap it and what it'll cost to get it to London.
I think the chair matches the car rather well, it's just a case of finding the best spot for it in the space.
Have 3 double lessons of science today. Surprisingly quick morning. I really thought it would drag, but with the aid of the kids, time went past rather painlessly.
Thankfully when the phone went the class was making quite a noise and as a result, they heard nothing. The 2 Gerrys are truly pushing their respective luck. One for constantly leaving voice messages for which I'm charged every time (Oh, you're not there, probably at work. bye), the other for being such a cheeky bugger. I'M NOT SENILE. I'm a bit vague perhaps, but not the S word. The other message was from Sue.....to MeWally and not a word for me...ON MY PHONE. I've a good mind to eat her birthday pressy for her. Yum Yum.
The man at Parcel Force weighed the chair by picking it up and putting it down. It never left the boot of the car. It'll be 13 pounds, was all he said. As they don't offer a wrapping service, I spent the next half hour trawling the backs of shops on the lookout for a couple of cardboard boxes to stick it in.
My friend wont answer the phone, so I'll get the chair packed and try her another night: fun this life, isn't it?
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