Its all ok, I went to see Mr Fuckwit in a state of high adrenaline (expecting a confrontation) only to find his dim girfriend had written a cheque from her own account for me.
Unfortunately as I stood in the hall their alsation dog leapt at me and bit me twice on the arm. Normally I would have run away screaming like a big old wuss, but the fact I was pumped meant that I gave the dog a fucking good kicking before the old inlaws dragged it away with a “he doesn’t normally bite gasmen”
I will never return there. The bastards!
I must write more tomorrow, I’m tired and away to my bed. Sleep nicely you erudite people. I love to read your words