No, not those tasty concoctions that your local takeaway or AmigoMV6 produces, but that bunch of eejits that have electrical stores up and down the country....
Our family life is a little busy at the moment between one thing or another, and a new fridge freezer hove into view on Mrs H21's radar recently. After much looking and measuring, it was decided that a new Whirlpool US style fridge would fit into a mildly revamped fitted kitchen. Deed done at local Currys with (paid) delivery included. Told the lass in the shop that kitchen is upstairs on the first floor and she said, no probs, we have a heavy lift team with loads of special tools to get these things upstairs.
Delivery was today.
Mutt and Jeff turned up and said they 'did not do stairs'. After lots of friendly banter and repartee with much backslapping and hearty guffaws, was told that there is a 'special team' with 'lots of special tools' to deliver such things.... I pointed to the delivery note, indicating that we already knew that, and we all agreed that there had been an upcock. They were, however, adamant that my new fridge freezer - 'you know these things weigh 150 kgs, pal' - was going to stay on their waggon and the earliest delivery would be saturday or sunday.
I then spent an hour getting bounced around various call centre types who were unable to assist or indeed, were intested that my kitchen resembled a building site and my old fridge freezer was now at the dump.
Depending on what happens when I ream the local store manager in the morning, face to face (after hospital chemo session) then I may or may not be able to attend this weekends soiree at Newent. The way its panning thus far, its looking doubtfull.

Fekkin muppets.....
