Friday

Last night the Italian Job phoned and gave me an hour long ear bashing. No only is her voice strident and shrill but she goes over and over the same thing so many times, it leaves me wanting to scream, just 'kin do what you bloody well want!...... i had to advise her on what to put in the statement, its so hard to talk to her, dozy cow.

Apparently last night we got an E-mail from the "terrible two". The wife didn't tell me as she said she wanted me to sleep well, good call really. Apparently they have been down taken the plaster head thing to be valued (we discussed that and its Ok) and some metal screens (which we didn't discuss and im prity pissed off about). They are going to pay top dollar for that. Oh and we are apparently holding things up, as we haven't actualy posted out permission for releasing the Will to the probate office. Good i haven't done it cos ive been otherwise occupied but that's good, fuck them about a while, play them, show we can be difficult too.