A couple of weeks ago I got a letter with a very neatly printed name and address on it.
What could this be I thought as the only letters we ever get are bank statements and council tax bills along with the 95% garbage that the poor postie has to lug about.
It turns out it was communication from the Dunoon waffler aka fake Laird of Argyll with my back pay for being his lacky south of the wall.
To say I have taken umbrage with him and his leader wee sleekit heels of the Scottish Never Pay party in which he is a high heed yin and well up among the loonies on the greasy pole.
I have worked tirelessly for the waffler for many a year and what does he send me not, mutton and onion pies,not a plain loaf, none of the other delicacies which were promised when I was recruited but wait for it,
A PHOTO OF A PINEAPPLE TART,well this was the last straw and he is off the Xmas card list.